[Intro: Uncommon Nasa]
Yeah, terrifying, truly

[Verse 1: Uncommon Nasa]
Pressure-cooking Genesis, with an emphasis on end of days
If you could truly only be saved in one way then why [?] the vision at all?
The tallest man read from a script of thousands of words
In between beheadings reports [?] tells you how to cut your Thanksgiving bird properly into thirds
And my personal thirst, leads to a discussion about the water supply
But not the one in Palestine but Vegas, players play this
And it's a thing that leads to another thing, viral but convoluted, lacking scruples, acting ruthless
The darkest paranoia affects that cavity leaving toothless but deeper, like a cancer-inducing cancer
Faster answers packaged brightly like fast food colors, carefully chosen to make you hungry
I tell you something, this new world media'll make you sweat out loud
Time unfound, the past prepared, the future isn't even promised
The only thing that changes is the weapons they bomb with
No one be calm but they're being so dangerous, hating us, baiting us
Deception as a weapon intent is meant to be
Unquantified objects that give you less to see
Blindfolded, even this rhyme's molded with particles and fragments of the rot
Cops take shots on live TV feeds in UK they call it CCTV
It's the same around the world
Spin the globe make everyone dizzy
Until we end up back at the beginning
Genesis with an emphasis on end of days

[Chorus: Uncommon Nasa]
What it is, what it was, and what it always shall be
What it is, what it was, and what it always shall be
What it is, what it was, and what it always shall be
What it is, what it was, and what it always shall be

[Verse 2: Mike Ladd]
Uhh, nyah nyah nyah nyah
We in the age of Drake, the world is a Titanic satanic upside-down cake
Bambaataa, saving greats from serfdom to interest rates
It ain't that things don't change but dicks gyrate
And weasel, they wave at, to the heads of state
While hoes corporate, spit on it, lubricate
And make a [?] on it, from ISIS suicides to Trump vomit
Fuck conspiracies, all they need is common interests
Preservation of power, structure 'bout to get reset
They know the analysis but can't break up the tea set
So stop drinking the fucking tea!
Like Alice pick up the queen's check
Fuck the bitch-ass compression, they punk-ass presets
I came to be raw, 'cause dirt just makes it decent
You feeling it, I'll put your face in cement
I only rock with [?], I never fuck with my socks on
If I go down I won't come up until her cum is gone
I talk to the body, like I'm plotting the future
Like Lao Tzu up in you your girl's in need of a tutor
Your world is run by the Tudors of the 21st century
'Bout to be new to them, get the money vasectomy, feel me? Haha
The world ain't over, but the west, sure is
And before they fold up, they want to take, the rest of us with it
Like a black hole with a white soul, [?], feel it? It, hurts
Like a black hole with a white soul, [?], hurts
[?] death locusts
Your time is nigh