Lyrics Out of Range - Yak Ballz

I remember '89 tech nine when it was Stretch and Bob
Buttery biscuits we form to make the Weathertron
And took a side like when the missile hit the pentagon
Or Flight 77 your guess is as good as mine
Yak in the box like the Porto John
Life is the medium, death is the canvas that I pour it on
Smack in the back of a gypsy cab, drab with a city snap
NY up for grabs gimme that
Cassette nostalgia perfectly pump the power up
Recall the rush stealin' a Mitsubishi out of luck
Takin' tags puttin' stickers up click clack mania
Man you were the shit back in the day but...
Yeah right check chopped liver to lover boys
Who ain't mature enough, chill suckatoy
Unemployed any inklings of such null and void
Apologies they want an artist not another droid
I'm like later catch you on the flipside
If you even make it there, I'll be on the inside
Wanderin' the outskirts, I remember those days
Tryin' to hit the walk-off, slidin' in into home base
Tryin' to drop the hot shit, standin' in the cold rain
Sounds like it was storebought, army of the most lame
Squanderin' for raploot, all I got was chump change
From back in the days with pea shooters to warheads
Now he's out of range

Survey says rap is dead
And it ain't my crusade to save it, back to bed
I know all the games they're playin' its fact I'm fed
Wracked my brain sometimes I'd rather be a hack instead
Bashed through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man
Hands holdin' half a chance on doomsday
No escape, Alcatraz
Rappin' in backseats for petty props
Trudgin' through swamps of shit
Rappers, I'm Steve Erwin to deadly crocks
So ambitious, you bitter face grimace
Sour patch kids simulate critics
Cardboard City the galaxy is ready for us
WM our destiny is on the horizon we jetting towards it
Man your too offensive, well I always speak from the heart
And wear my heart on my sleeve but still they sleep on my art
I got the gasoline container all I need is the spark
And all my people in the front to have a reason to start so
I put my smoke signal up when I'm in town
Tonight we're going to tear this place down to the ground
Now you put your smoke signal up when I'm in town
Tonight we're gonna tear this place down to the ground
Now I put my smoke signal up when I'm in town
Tonight we're gonna tear this place down to the ground
Now you put the put the smoke signal up when you're in town
Tonight we're gonna tear this place down to the ground right now
I'm like later catch you on the flipside
If you even make it there, I'll be on the inside
Wanderin' the outskirts, I remember those days
Tryin' to hit the walk-off, slidin' in into home base
Tryin' to drop the hot shit, standin' in the cold rain
Sounds like it was storebought, army of the most lame
Squanderin' for raploot, all I got was chump change
From back in the days with pea shooters to warheads
Now he's out of range