SMITH.b - Stylists of the Hairbrain

The council rise from the table, address the meeting
Thank you all for coming, now let's commence the feeding
Know these feeble minded people think they're playing smart by opting out
Heeding all that hokey pokey, bitch we're what it's all about

The third optic raise above the landscape
Surveyors of the known world, stylists of the hair brain
Calling out to anybody down to stand at hells gate
This is now your chance to come determine your own fate

Checkered flag for rodents in the rat race
Cannons up you are not authorized for this airspace
You can sing your dirges nothing that you say can hurt me
I'll be out with lil Nas X tryna ride a star like Kirby

Yo these disappointments scurry to their hiding when the shells drop
stay and watch the sun die, what the fuck is shell shock
I'm down to keep the pigs at bay like butchers in San fran
Any flock of sheep we gonna make your band of lambs scram

Turn the cursive curses to corrosive, spot a bogey goin loner I'm about to stick my nose in
Like a wolf into an open chest I'm tearing out the bloody mess
Leave it at the door if it lives and dies by revolving trends

Only evolution, the genius is seen as nuisance
you can stack and bring your worries I forgot to bring my two shits
I couldn't give em anyway I gotta keep em sacred
for the only motivating factor left amongst the acres

You can stay in the dark like a winter in Anchorage
I'm busy raising my anchor you couldn't surf on my wavelength
Stole the flow from Aes Rock but rocking it like a wave break
I resemble oncoming trains in my game face

The target is anything unsupportive of the craft of the art of the smash of the charge
The target is anything unsupportive of the craft of the art of the smash of the charge
The target is anything unsupportive of the craft of the art of the smash of the charge
The target is anything unsupportive of the craft of the art of the smash of the charge

Written by:
Bryce Smith

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