Shout outs to Maynard James Keenan
I kinda wish we didn’t have to hear his voice counting to 10, but, oh well…
I’m on the grind like Rondo
From back in time, yall know
When he was on prime-time throwing dimes
Dishing it to all folks
I get inspired by talented drummers slaying bongos
But I’m a fiend for combos
I impregnate fertile eggs and incept dreams with combos
HTC – me and my team, we got those, we drop foes
We strategize and practice, we scheme, we plot, yo
Just like that which
Ends up being Eddie Brock’s clothes
HTC, the only crew any true gods chose
Catching wreck at events and distributing hip hop flows
We the boot, you the cockroach
We the noose, and you the twisted pieces of shit that just got choked
Ah shit, I was dreaming
Hillary and Donald hanging at the gallows
Live on the news, such joy from seeing them stop breathing
Plus I got to hear ’em pleadin
For they life
Not gonna lie, it was pretty hype
Honestly, the future of this country isn’t looking bright
A sous chef in a busy kitchen’s fucked if just one of his cooks aint cooking right
If the chef has a secret agenda, you’re gonna see the people start to observe with their 3rd eye’s retina
I’m tellin ya
Bout to escape with bud to the face and a movie from my childhood like “Ellinger, Ellinger… Steve Ellinger” (shitty reference that I’d be surprised if anyone actually gets lol, I reached on this one)
Some say we’re heading for martial law but please don’t shoot the messenger
If you’re optimistic about the direction we’re heading, you’re
Stupid… I’m sorry, I don’t
Mean to be ruthless or jump to conclusions
But truth is, you’re inhibiting the movement
If you aint about love, if you aint about art, if you aint about peace
If you aint about… R-E-S-P-E-C-T
You’re inhibiting the movement
This mothafuckin corruption we’re stuck in aint helping humanity transcend nothin
Yo, yo, yo, yo
You’re inhibiting the movement, and if you’re sitting there asking “who’s this?”
It’s Makari, spittin til I’m toothless
Spittin even though I’ve always been boothless
Even though hip hop aint uniquely what the truth is
Cause Tool’s sick and Lamb of God too, kids
There’s hella good music which is why in general, you’re behooved to not tunnel-view it
Yo, yo, don’t tunnel-view it