Brouhaha

Lyrics
Post-apocalyptic rock that's interlocked with something funky And the confusing movements of a Shaolin drunken monkey Production junkies have their ideas but they're way off clearly Butterfly effect, my mathematics are in chaos theory How much uncertainty per person can be tolerated? Databases are eradicated or consolidated There's no impurities but go ahead, distill it, Einstein Let it burn hot. It's a sure-shot in the illest timelinе Lightning striking on the battlefield. I'm fighting zеalots They're wearing body armor topped off with a viking helmet They limit all their interactions to their kinfolk circles Comes across as toxic and your mother watches infomercials Some would call it violence but it's really just a brouhaha Preliminary talks and then a military coup de grace How do you respond to wicked witches when some skin is showing? Ask me and I'll tell you it depends which way the wind is blowing Undertones, yo my comfort zone is the periphery Preferably, predictably, enough with the trickery Your hickory dickory, your rickety rock song Your still jocking 2pac and doing the moonwalk wrong Kill the smooth talk, you're touching off a toxic gas It's silly like the Willie D, Melle Mel boxing match And my specialty is talking trash Steadily clocking cash
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Credits
- Writers
- Buck 65