Crypt of Lost Styles
[Verse 1]
Yup yup yup yup
To open up the crypt of lost styles
Had to hurl a boulder across Nile
Change the weather -- frost now
Teleport -- Moscow
I arrive, I'm alive with energy
To transmit
Mend the earth where lands split
Write a verse in Sanskrit
My style, hostile
Chivalrous, meticulous
Envision this as docile
But notice that the rhythm is skull boring
Waking your brain snoring
Frame goring
Squeeze a cloud till rain's pouring
Turn a desert plain orange
This warrants riptide
Torment
Important message coming via fax
Better hide the battleaxe
Get your game face on
Mud mask, napalm
Come and hug an A-bomb
Feel the blast, stay strong
[Skit: Mr. Lif + Neighbor]
Oh shit it's the neighbour
Hi, I'm the girl next door and I was wondering will you please shut the fuck up?
O-oh damn
You know what? Forget it, I'm calling the cops right now
O-oh wait wait, don't do that! Wait wait, please don't call the police! Hold on, hold on!
Uh-uh, you suck

[Verse 2]
If you call po'
I'mma rap myself in the cosmos
Not close to your location
Witnessing the earth's rotation
Made of gases
See a star that's wearing glasses?
That's me
Wanna talk about millenniums?
I saw the last three
Stand from ya
Ban summer
Disallowing seasons
Betting odds or evens
That's for breathing
Where the gods are eating humble pie
Even as they put the sun to sky
Wonder why?
You think you're greater than
A simple homo sapien
Adjacent men in suits
They rally troops for loot
They think your value's moot
So you're a new recruit
Does that compute?
Or do you need another graph?
Huck a bomb, feel the blast
Revel in the aftermath
[Skit: Police officer + Neighbor]
You know what?
It's just super important to me that as neighbors we have a firm, sound and mutual respect for one another
Why don't we just hug this thing out? (Bla bla bla)
No way!
Oh c'mon, I promise, you're not gonna regret this
Hmm, I guess it has never killed anyone