JJ KiND - Mountain Lyin' (feat. Spoony)
Used to be an ignorant little lambHappy as a clam
Till the world hit me
Gianforte bodyslam
Fuckin elephants
Always fuckin up my plans
Marijuana bans discriminate black, brown and trans
Hyper-masculine
Orange face small hands
Don't you fuckin think for a minute my people won't take a stand
Cat's outta the bag now
Livin' in lockdown
A billion fist punch will always end in a knockdown
Burn it down so we can build it up
Filling up all the cups that never had quite enough
That were never white enough
This fights gonna be tough
Night flights gonna be rough
I'm spilling all of my guts
Remember that the sheep become the shepherd
Re-enter gazelle and become the leopard
The predatory components
Of our strongest opponents
Are not in need of a bonus
Easy to see they own us
Pushing us into corners
Converting us into loners
Filling up all the quotas
That's what's given em boners
I think its about time to get our viking on
Rob Beverly Hills while worshipping lighting gods
Yeah we're lightning rods
Kind and wroth
Fuck the cops
But still own a heart that's soft
Caught, in between sedentary
And too distraught
A heavy load to carry
But a will to bury
Apathetic John Kerry's
Mandering Gerry's
Rick Perry's
More than wary
That the situation is scary
But willing to get dirty when the shit gets hairy
So that's why we
Fear
Eyes closed, coast clear
Wise Ghost floats near
To fascination
Navigation steers to crustacean liberation
We give our blood and our tears everyday to this fray
From the den never stray
Are we hunter or prey
In a world shades of gray
Ray of hope for the nation
Fear
To fascination
We give our blood and our tears everyday in the fray
Eyes glow yellow with my new lens on
The disguise flows mellow with my zoo sense strong
I am too tense dog
Pop a few stems
New cleanse
Stabbin Mike Pence with a few gemstones
But only metaphorically
Like asking fish about a tree climb
So rhetorically
So act accordingly
Or find residual dust from a Cheeto on your cheetah floor piece
Hold the door please
Each candidate is always out here for their own porpoise
They occupy the brutal scorpion fortress
I modify the musical thesaurus
Leaving corpses cordless
Like some kind of Octopus Quadruple Accordion Chorus
Tried hard to defend and make myself big
Always told to retreat and roll into a ball
Strides ahead now but they always zag when I zig
Fight or flight tempted
Then you know we gonna brawl
Only life on the line make the claws come out
Otherwise know my words keep em hooked like the trout
Brooked like the trout
Undercooked and I doubt
Overlooked in the crowd
Took the books out their mouths
Grew up proud
Picture pages full of critters
Knew I could learn em all cause I could never pull a quitter
Grew up loud
Manifestos and scrolls
Know our history as nature but culture been sellin souls
I was sent from center
With fire to render
Watch these greedy cock-a-roaches skitter back into their holes
Fear
Eyes closed coast clear
Wise ghost floats near
To fascination
Navigation steers to crustacean liberation
We give our blood and our tears everyday to this fray
From the den never stray
Are we hunter or prey
In a world shades of gray
Ray of hope for the nation
Wanna be dope
But the scope of this slope
Got me nope, so I cope the only way I know how
So I see free
Just gotta be me
Little tree, feed a bee
May slowly sway the snowplow
Tryna stay chill
No chance I'll ever know how
Innocent thrills ya bros having a hoedown
Low ground, unbound
Hive mind, showdown
No sound
Bloodshot eyes scoping a ghost town
But ain't nothing there
Change the stuffing bear
Strangest puffin pair
Paint the fuckin air
Our kind is bearly rare
So watch ya ass and your derrière
Enter the lair
No need to knock
These caves carved in rock
Safe house, grave out, saved from the shock
Of global apocalypse
Broke the jaw of this racist jock
Then eclipse the clock and risk
Discovering the chance time's just a floppy disk
Copy this, before a sloppy frisk
Been slobbed by the search dogs, cop is pissed
Potentially implying I'm wading in deep shit
Allegedly inclined, pigs shaving sheep quick
Begrudgingly our vines grow high up to our bliss
Dethrone with mountin' ions
Done not setting a precedent
Don't run from mountain lions
Run for mothafuckin president
Written by:
Jacob Courtford, Wesley Spoon
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