The Palmer Squares - Consistently Inconsistent (Dome-Blown Anthem) Lyrics

Lyrics Consistently Inconsistent (Dome-Blown Anthem) - The Palmer Squares



Knowledge is the truth and a scholar never knew shit
Unless he used it to start a revolution
The problem is you′re thinking that you're part of the solution
When you′re just another motherfucker caught in the confusion
I've always been a nuisance
Offering his two cents
Prophecies of doom
Or an optical illusion
Audiences boo, shorties holler in amusement
I oughta get a clue I don't know why the fuck I do this
So, place a wager if your middle name is danger
A caper simulated by the syncopated strangers
Who been flipping weight to imitate the syndicated gangsters
Didn′t make much paper so they didn′t make the papers though
Solicit favors from administrative traders
The great dictator finna liquidate his haters
Finna wake the neighbors when i hit the baby maker
Hit and leave a crater you can dip and thank me later, ho
Slash a swish with a shaving razor
Pack a granny smith, or hit a baked potato
Prescription medication keeps the populace sedated
Keeps them locked up in their cages with their conscience on vacation
The apocalypse awaits us
Take shelter from the flames of hell
And brace yourself for a face melter
Straight sweltering heat when I speak
Welding the beat like a blacksmith
Creep like a catholic priest and I feast, peace
My clique is consistently inconsistent
Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient
Boss hog but assistant to the assistants
Lost cause, the ambitiously unambitious
My clique is consistently inconsistent
Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient
The infancy of an infantry
Get at me in a minute
Officially unofficial, explicitly inexplicit
I was dropped as a baby so it's possible my logic is crazy
But I been contemplatin′ opulence lately, uh
Lobster filet side of pasta with gravy
Awaitin' the day I can buy my moms a Mercedes, nah
You can spot me with a bottle of Bailey′s
Phrasing language in a way that makes stenographers hate me
Am I obstinate? Maybe
Not James in Vertigo
Played the verbal role but they gave the Oscar to Spacey, yo
I go from docile to hostile to angry
To constantly banging my noggin on the top of the table
Truly bizarre, a student in the musical arts
But I'll be damned if I can hold a note or tune a guitar
I stay killing myself with these bottles and packs
But what′s packed in a bottle keep me calm and relaxed
Swallowing tabs of oxy in psychology class
I'm highly advanced
Vibing to the vinyl we scratch
I'm a psycho and a sycophant
A sicko and a psychopath
Reciting raps sipping liquor out a wine carafe
Inclined to laugh at the debauchery
Chicago where mi casa be
The coppers on the block be steady watching me
I pop a three like boom goes the dynamite
Shoot jumpers kinda like Kukoč in ′95
You say it′s good to be alive
I say it's bad to be dead
So who knows if I′ll survive in the end
It's like...
My clique is consistently inconsistent
Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient
Boss hog but assistant to the assistants
Lost cause, the ambitiously unambitious
My clique is consistently inconsistent
Blissfully ignorant and sufficiently insufficient
The infancy of an infantry
Get at me in a minute
Officially unofficial, explicitly unexplicit
It′s the dome blown anthem so roll yo grass up and smoke more ganja
Pack some, don't let the roto pass ya, better slow yo ass for the po-po catch up
It′s the dome blown anthem, so don't hold back, baby, throw those hands up
Don't know jack, get your mojo back, finna scold yo ass with the molten magma



Writer(s): Brands Ronald Matthew, Zamost Seth Joseph


The Palmer Squares - Finna
Album Finna
date of release
22-10-2013




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