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nerfonator - follow the leader lyrics

[intro: peter s. atlas]
h+llo, boys and girls
today, we’ll be learning about the world
but first, tell me, what do you know about the world?
go on, tell me
can you put your hands up?
can you put your hands down?
can you give us a smile?
can you put away your frown?
(yeah, you know you wanna—)
follow the leader
follow the leader+er

[verse 1]
yeah, i paint a picture for the kids
or write a book, crack the spine
the right hook gon’ catch their eye
divin’ into it, our story opens, allegory approach
on our protagonist stabbin’ a fork in the road
you see, he blazes trails in his actions, torchin’ the loam
when faced with assheads stimulatin’ his patience
he scorchеs holes in the bricks they placе
spillin’ lanes of snow trails for coke nails
who ride up on our coat tails
‘cause they see these figures as royalty
fiendin’ to boil the pot
but keep in mind you isn’t n0body ‘til they make you somebody inside this prison
ten times out of ten, they gon’ find a way to misguide the vision
treat me as king until rereadin’ what the fine print says
capitalizers got no bark with their tooth
sparkin’ fumes and smackin’ flies when there’s sharks in the pool, uh (that’s what you do)
play the fool ‘til it’s time to take the stool
break the rules with scathin’ views
and you blame it on the youth?
[chorus]
can you put your hands up? (yup!)
can you put your hands down? (yup!)
can you give us a smile? (yup!)
can you put away your frown? (yup!)
cause you know you wanna—
follow the leader
follow the leader (now you)
can you put your hands up? (yup!)
can you put your hands down? (aye)
can you give us a smile? (yeah!)
can you put away your frown? (yeah!)
cause you know you wanna—
follow the leader (woo!)
follow the leader

[verse 2]
a published vigilante, back turned on the empire that held him
set fire, seldom with the rain he cries, but i tell ‘em
they’ll say they’re made of money
but money talks, and they don’t make any sense
so, penny for your thoughts, ladies and gents
(i can bring home the bacon)
don’t let the bacon brainwash you, these flyin’ pigs is false prophets
and of all options, the fallin’ sky is your calling?
faux angels throw the ball in your court ‘til it bursts when they pop it
and they’ll pull your leg ‘til the joint shifts out of its socket
it ain’t satirical after that
seethe and grit and profit
spit lyrical acrobats and these critics start scoffin’
‘cause they tune in, wired for your crucifyin’, starin’ at a reflection
a human bias realizin’ crosshairs bounce off our heads
and the crowd don’t take a breath
so, put me in front of my audience, no laugh track
i try to speak aloud with tales in my head, it’s all abstract
i guess i just can’t make sense of this change
it’s a clear cut cash grab
nothin’ cuts deeper than a stabbed back
and to add to that—
and to add to that—
what the—
[chorus]
follow the leader
follow— (now you)
can you put your hands up? (yeah)
can you put your hands down? (yeah)
can you give us a smile? (i guess)
can you put away your frown? (i gotta)
follow the leader
follow the leader+er

[interlude]
they say every time you learn, you gain a wrinkle in your brain
so, by the time i’m done this verse, i’d say it’s shrivelled to a grain
pipe a million strains ‘til it inflates to its original size times five
i can’t complain

[verse 3]
this sh+t is futile, thinkin’ you can fill in my shoes
winter winds got me feelin’ the blues like dude miles
the proof wild when you turn your eye from the truth
that’s why you deny my third and rob the blind of their do
like how you say to speak your mind as you look at the proud
and turn a cheek to your advice with a foot in your mouth
i need to know how you ain’t blow out a row of t++th
besides, i’ll only carry wisdom with the crows feet
i tear face in protest of your banana clips
so, no more features you can project in the manner you spit
’cause i do this sh+t to hammer and bore the rich ones
who h++rd the slim buck and distort the vision
and when they spit sum, it thwarts the pistons
and words hold no meaning, lorem ipsum
so yes, all you sticklers are stuck in a hatchet
y’all thought you was cookin’ ‘til you dropped the knives and tried to catch ‘em
ten dimes in my reach, that’s a dollar for a dream
grind your bones to coffee grounds if you milkin’ me for the cream
those clothes are the emperor’s, i know it when i see
so, don’t try to throw ‘em on or they gon’ tear at the seam
imperative to the stream, ‘cause the flow to beat’s hot
but the dreams that i conceive are often grown to be botched
wake up eager for the profit and i go to sleep not
and get a fleet of finger snaps when the poetry stops
[outro: peter s. atlas]
we’ll be back after this brief message

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