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ts!ke - the mice & the meteor lyrics

[hook]
y’all are the size of mice to a meteor
gr-ss to a weed-eater, ice to a preheater
ya’ll better pay respect to the mice and the meteor
surface made of cheese and stuff, inhabiting the sp-ce rock
y’all are minuscule, the size of mice to a meteor
prey to a meat-eater. knifes for the easily cut
ya’ll better say ya prayers to the mice and the meteor
surface made of cheese and stuff, eating up the sp-ce rock

[verse 1]
i am not tony, i’m only the soul keeper
carved outta stone egyptian pyramids, color spectrum, you don’t see
my breakfast is headless peasants with organs and bread for seconds
yours is cereal, whole wheat
rhymes sciency, holy, modern, oldie
phonic folding rock, and folky, universal
ya’ll are annoyin’, like you is urkle
a fluent circle of gods, aka mc’s
and we’re irregular weirdest mess of blood leaks from the ears of outsiders
the fiercest drought transpires, when i talk about fire
you men are womanly, like ms. doubtfire
my mouth fires lazer rays
story teller, aesop, like labor days
i’m rising from a vacant grave, limbs are severed, face decayed
makin’ the blankest pages, form a story out of travelers’ tales
dragon tales, i’ll rake your brain. core is gory
the pastor fails at sayin’ grace, somebody has to take his place
watch the world burn as satan says his grace
me, and i just jumped from grace

[hook]

[verse 2]
you see his face in the mirror behind you
all your fears are what bind you to the human species
and here’s where your mind jukes
appears that around you is a stable physical world
but you don’t see the invisible world that glistens with pearls
and creatures causing crazy chaos within your city streets
beauty at it’s gritty peak, the goddess of pity shrieks
your god must be pretty weak ’cause he can’t stop this raging force
taking swords to your mercedes, porsche, and blood will bathe these floors
the 8th world is a force to be reckoned with
use the force to force your head against the floor with decadence
a horde of presidents, raining on the blood bank
green turned red, like a painting on a bus, train, or bench
or on the side of an abandon building that holds more history than you
yet you’d tear it down in seconds, d-mn it you stupid humans!
this is why we ain’t visit you
but we are gearing up for an invasion as i spit this tune
prepare to witness doom, you kids is doomed
we are s-d-stic goons, ready to tear to meat from your frickin bones
we are robbers raiding the biggest tombs
we are calm artists, with the fine stroke of brush and pen in bloom
godly figures, painting the sky above you children
i’m the blind fear in that bucks eyes, before you k!lled it
i am the monster under your bed and in your closet
in your head, and in your conscience
in your wins, and in your losses
in your workers, in your bosses
in your kin, your friends and coffee
we are wicked, you’re my minions
in your dishes, in your laundry
where you’re walking, i am stalking
i am planning with a watchful eye
i am the shooting star in the wobblin’ sky
that rests in your brain, the imaginary world that i call the distance?
it’s only real if you grasp it’s existence, you probably laugh as i spit this
but let me tell you that you people aren’t alone here
a weak mental state is feeble. are you zoned, dear?
you should be, just take my hand come with me
there’s more this universe, you have to believe, unmask and release
you need to stop hiding from the possibility that we are not mighty
there’s a lot that we’re not finding
transcendence

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