Kyanite Toothpick (feat. Hanni El Khatib)

Peace, peace, peace... I'm on that... keep the light meter guessin' The dreaded French exit for the sight-seeing lensmen Boulder and a see-saw, t-minus 3, 2 Peace y'all, master of the sea and the heavens I'm P-noid, traffic beeping in the key of my penance Even the wind in the willow ask "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" Tune in, how's my driving? Drivers start dialing, I drive like a man who dies trying Here salt of the earth all-seers Read palms thru "times three" Walgreens readers Drawstring eaters, no staff to memo No cabs to flag, just you and the black echo See if it says hello back If it says hello first, hit 'em with the Cheshire Cat This ain't a circle to a checkered flag It's people keen to murder for a level map Thief market buzzing by what use to be McDonald's The currency is crystal and deconstructed Elantras Anonymous warning shots are the modern "attention shoppers" A stop in defense of honor's a belly flop in piranhas Money, get to the chopper, money, on your way adopt a puppy I'm on that proper dummy, it's getting Tonka Truck-y Yup yup, you on that curfew I'm on that late night, you on that church pew I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist I'm on that OG, you on that new to this I'm on that matador, I'm on that bull fight You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirtbike I'm on that 12 o'clock, you on that road rash You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash You made the stock crash, I took that stock up You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck I'm on that Mobius, I'm on that Minor Threat I'm on that find peace You on that find meth I'm on that insects trilling Dandelion stem in his fist with the head missing Into the mess willing When I was 17 I was on that Doomsday Hiding from the outside, buried in that looseleaf You was on that loose lips, I was on that ruthless You was on that useless, I was on that truth, bitch You was on that glue trap, I was on that Busenitz I was on that blueprint, you was on that group think You was on that hoodwinked, I was on that blue chip Hanni in a goose down, chewing on a toothpick I was on that "ooh child", I was on that noodle brick I was on that Brooklyn bound, hooks around a nutriment You was on that 2-bit, I was on that Two Towers I was on that Juice Crew, I was on that "Whose House" I could do this all night, outside of your own lackeys You as common as a table for one in the Lonesome Valley The mean-muggin' seems tough until a real someone Come and decorate your gate with a pelt that means somethin', to ya Local time: sudden death overtime Sold his 10-foot pole, it's fold or ride the poltergeist, cold I'm on that party crash, you on that guard the gate I'm on that Garlic Mash I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist I'm on that OG, you on that new to this I'm on that matador, I'm on that bull fight You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirtbike I'm on that 12 o'clock, you on that road rash You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash You made the stock crash, I took that stock up You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist I'm on that OG, you on that new to this I'm on that matador, I'm on that bull fight You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirtbike I'm on that 12 o'clock, you on that road rash You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash You made the stock crash, I took that stock up You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck