Never get to work Now I’ll never rest until my bed is in the hearse You’ll Never get the better of a veteran first If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse That’s just worse I Never get to work They’ll Never get the message till their bed is in a hearse Forever trying to get around the better-man curse If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse Tell it to the birds, jerks, who never had a purpose. Tell it to the worthless dwellin’ on the surface. Backwards nerd script, sell it to the serfs, Tilling earth, kid, adverse herbs from the nurse’ kit Betterman curse? Yeah the better man thirsting, (curses) not a betting man, but the better man’s nervous Urgent, and words coming straight from the surgeon A general urge, reimbursed by the merchants Immersed in the search for the perfect dirges Bursting, curse fed, irked at the workbench Sturgeon, caught up in the current, emerge From the earth, get fervent lurking Nirvana kids hertz fed lyric guess work, led Us through the murk, led us through the purges Victory’s verses, through misery’s perches Crawling out the dirt just so you can get to work Never get to work Now I’ll never rest until my bed is in the hearse You’ll Never get the better of a veteran first If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse That’s just worse I Never get to work They’ll Never get the message till their bed is in a hearse Forever trying to get around the better-man curse If I Never said a word maybe that’s just worse Menaced by the guesswork. Yes sir press for the Network never said words never worked tech for the best, work Best under stress, unimpressed? That’s my best work! Textbook verse let’s get to the next. Curse Best under breath, search beds for the rest, Your best Learned guests search meds for their net (worth) Hope your deity’s lurkin’, or else you are getting murked Burned the heretics first the rest Fled to a dead church Dead ‘fore they made perch, lead burned the stained birch Steps of the sect, Just a shepherd’s prepwork Never get the message never led to a lecture I never get a word in and i’ll never get to Burst Forth; par for the course, Barred from the morgue, but it’s all we can afford Crying oh lord, for the sins to be ignored Tryna make a cure, which they’ll never get to word

Don't you think If there was another option This isn't what I would be doing This isn't what I would be doing This is shitty but it’s business Can I get witness, or a pint of Guinness Gettin this? Diggin it, give me this, symbols rolling off a cliff Scintillating visions from the middy spliff Riddled with rhythms of stitched midi’s, a vista to make the village skip The skipper splits phillys, like feelings that missed the sentiment Each sentence trips silly, so willy-nilly it sank the ship Entrenched with wit, slicker than the dealers that are Villains running off with scripts,(don't you think) just spitballing Baiting kids with every click,(if there was another option) just Rick rolling, Provocateur of ignorance, (this isn't what I would be doing) legit trolling There ain’t no way of getting rid of it, no semblance of innocence Disseminate a liquored fib, Bad Twins in every glitch And if it goes off with a hitch, even cynics will pump a fist ‘Cause they can’t disagree with this, heathens seething, but plead the fifth Obstacles can’t impede the writ Agnostics will believe in it, gospels kids keep repeating it Don't you think If there was another option This isn't what I would be doing This isn't what I would be doing Doing it yeah i’m doing it till i ruin it Crooning shit, there’s no way he’ll go through with it There’s no room for the muse in it he’s abusing it Amusin how he infusing it with tattoos with the voodoo kit he ain’t learned all the rules of yet And he Anubis he ain’t new but he ain’t knew it yet Y'ain’t been through what he been through and now he through with this A witches brew with the fixings now he’s losing it Viewed more as a burden due to the lunacy Clued into the serpents in the community Cue more of the bourbon cue the immunity Feud with the insurgents in lieu of unity Fugue with a purpose in search meaning Can’t find the courage to face the surgeons either Fight back the worries incur the wrath of demons Can’t find a purchase or scratch the surface Can't seem to scratch the surface even Don't you think If there was another option This isn't what I would be doing This isn't what I would be doing Don't you think If there was another option This isn't what I would be doing This isn't what I would be doing

Right smack in the middle of an overgrown road Is a glass house riddle with thrown stones Ask now for a little he’ll postpone We don’t delve deep, Joven When y’Speak don’t blow smoke Oh I see bitter pill But my codes blown Go get free live a little leave yer postcode Don’t be me kid seek your own road Taste defeat as it trickles down yer own throat And every lie he ever spoke Never seemed to get the message through his endless sense of hope If ever i had ever wrote a letter fit to send to friends to help them get a breath in through the smoke For seven’s crown he’d sever throats Never seemed to see the sense in letting them sift through the coals He’d let em drown or let em roast let em down or let them let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Gross is the mess they had both left behind Toast to the refs, though they throw from the lines Red flags are in season Hashtags to mark a depart from reason The room’s decoration is plain A smattering of madness, feeds demented seeds, nylon flames Carpets colored with flesh tones Death moans, breath left, bereft of home The echoes of a sordid tale Distorted by the sort of ghosts that only get sent through the mail Why? Because if he was forced to tell The horrid story, surely he would reawake this morbid hell And, the thing he wishes to prevail Is not the fact of matter, but the matters that lead to the grail So, when all the acts are factored whole All the actor’s facets are redacted and then let him let them - let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go

Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go Let him let them go

In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins It’s the Bad Twins (Bad twins) And they bout to play your area Meant to come correct But they came to bring hysteria Swear to god they scary they Just quick to pick the carrion Harried by erebus Ya can’t compare the burials Parry y'all queries and hurry it on up Staring at the stereo; variable drugs Worry or don’t worry there’s really no difference Cherry picked theories they just don’t add up You just been corrupt by facts based on fiction Acts based on friction, flames ate subscriptions Erase all trace of proper diction Replaced with hate spake, that tastes of the crypt Flip the killswitch on careers we ain’t deal with We touch your feelings, but the gears ain’t in gear yet Their tears say they fear vets Ain’t no shame in they game when they came to play against The Bad Twins it's the Bad Twins It's the Bad Synonyms it's the Bad Twins It's he Bad Twins it's the Bad Twins It's the Bad Synonyms it's the Bad Twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins It’s the others the shutter brothers that got ya suffering The rocks that put the cracks in the rudder And then sunk the notes of dopes Who hoped to compose, but don’t need to touch a pen Just get back under your covers, then The boogeymen won’t fill your plot full of holes Or, clip-clop, plod the horsemen through your goals, Oh no Old foes are fodder for new souls A blessed foal grows by the echo of death throes Death rolls on a second from death row Death row records a legend and debts owed Get bowled over allegedly, yet so I met no better and veterans better know I dead clones. I’ve bed ghosts and dragons I rid this host of sins and maggots And I fed these souls with hymns and bragging With a matchstick grin it’s the Bad It's the Bad Twins it's the Bad Twins It's the Bad Synonyms it's the Bad Twins It's the Bad Twins it's the Bad Twins It's the Bad Synonyms it's the Bad Twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins

If your mother found out you’ve been running around you’d be run out of town better keep your head down If your mother found out you’ve been running around you’d be run out of town better keep your head down Fallow, feeling shallow Foul daos espouse a route to the gallows Miss demeanor, ain’t no mistress meaner She mixed tricks so that no cliques could beat her And she said “What is this? This is just impossible This is how the pigs get when the trough is full” (and she said) “Who did this? Put you in the hospital?” “They dress like us but they act like wolves.” And when the anger’s cold the soul is just drudgery Slow roast them all prolong the suffering Old lobes at fault fraught with slow buffering Close the whole block open with thuggery. Cops, don’t want none of it. Dawg, they want some of it Put yer hands up, the dogma so buttery No miranda, so bypass the stuttering All-a-y’all hustled ya follow ya follow If your mother found out you’ve been running around you’d be run out of town better keep your head down If your mother found out you’ve been running around you’d be run out of town better keep your head down If your mother found out what’s coming out your mouth Might as well pack your suitcase and head down south Because Mom’s touts clout, and settles her losses It costs to cross bosses, there ain’t no doubt You’ve been running amok, blew the lid off the box You don’t wanna give up, the attitude of an ox Bleeding stock to stay top dog won’t grok that you’re stuck Want to buck the old mule when opportunity knocks You’d be run off the road, thrown over the gate She knows your escapes when the moment awaits And when the threshold breaks, she broke your jaw Such a bold mistake, her biggest flaw Better keep your head, keep the chip on your shoulders if she wants you dead, then no cell will hold her You made her bed but as the anger gets colder Mother won’t rest till her work is over No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up No matter what you tell her she won’t ever give up

Bad twins...like...rolling on a bike But the back wheel just don’t act right Or binary stars, seen from afar, shining hard But one is sloppy...because Apollo shot me Caught me in the side got my pride spilled my coffee Ought to confide in the pride but mufasa died Thoughts align, but your thoughts are all asinine Last in line with these hypocrites with an axe to grind ...signals getting lost as they travel down a broken spine Closing time...surgically impose my Mind on sutures...cosmically kama sutra’d Giving birth to words, you’ll deserve in the future Putrid... that’s all I can say If you'd been fluent spewing runes you would be with me today Instead you useless stupid noobs ain’t got a clue left to save You coulda woulda shoulda didn’t and there’s too much at stake All i meet is infinite rubes on and Infinite loop I bet Acting like an infant that’s your infinite mood Bad twin incident... i be on that infinite fugue Cue the bad news it’s time for you to vamoose Let loose, skidaddle...off to battle The legends of conformity, normalcy often addled ...the Major went and tattled on the Colonel, now ...Who’s plotting to be...General Headed out doubt and confusion my story Regretted it the second i said it in the morning Regret that i got indebted i swore it Pouring over texts and i’m vexed like we was warring Distressed by the mooring, damn, the ship went out to sea Now we have to go out to Galilee But we’re lacking a savior whose gait can contest the waves ...I guess we can’t all be saved All enslaved, go to Rome... we’ve a road to pave Lead the way, but can we trust the lope of a stray And can we trust the steps of yesterday, let’s forget that just today we get the lesson a confession born of masquerade Esher’s stepping, but dimensions just don’t work that way Hurts to say… your intentions led where serpents lay But have i earned a space... in their Merchant game, fake churches heel turn and burn... or return the faith Spurn the wraiths, as we let go of memories, entropy earned this space Learned its place, see how order informs that all chaos is more than waste Purchase the words and then burn the tapes Furnace is burning i’m worlds away Versed in a search for a servant to burden with herding the vermin I’m cursed to play Urge the sleigh, rehearse for emergency, purge the fakes with no sense of urgency Leap over hurdles, defeat every vertical, Hercules’ strength, in a vessel that’s born of clay Spurning a burgeoning claim, verging on curt, nursing my way through the pain Surgeon of turning away curses incurred since the birth of the plague Fire air water earth spirit hear it play it out Son of man gonna burst steer clear it’s played out Even sinners are devout to the broke deities To God’s ear from our mouths, shall our prophecy be With no amenities now we about to face What kind of men are these? what kind of men will break? The kind of men who’ll take, jasmine, sandalwood, sage Strap the past to a stake, and burn their name in the age Time to change, next page in the book. that’s life Find your lane, just rage, get a hook that’s right Saw the light, last night, straight path like the rook Due to blights, lost rites, and the wrath of the crooks Getting shook, mistook, but we got these tracks Different look, good book, gods do not need facts Heaven’s chaff, burnt wax, with the voice of a god, bleed To black, feedback, we the boys of Anansi