Strange Hammer

Lyrics
Rob Sonic Definitive Jux Telicatessen (echo) (alright!) [Intro] Old world Must free Warhead Husky Last car Dusty Save us Must be Free ride Rush the Peace train Shoot me [Verse 1: Rob Sonic] Dog, curb, blurred out, just to circa 70's Rock, roof, plaid, two enemy Compost, fast food, centipede Bust our fuzz, hour waiting for the late show Gallery of greats when the place closed Downtown polarize a grey stove Sound stashed, over by the payphone Guzz back, dizzy battle city where they rhyme first Welcome to the place where the time lurks With no deciding lines or design perks They only recognize if your mind works Eighty-hour weeks and you speak like a stone Cheap stove fever by the nightstand Seafoam fever down on my end Repo, demon, diamond, iceland Leading with my right hand Leak a bath hose [Hook] Strange hammer in a hazard field Cause the man with the gun got the mass appeal Do we stand, do we run, do we ask if it's real? Do we land on the sun if our cash is concealed? Easel, author, son of secrets Diesel, daughters, posturepedic People, bosses, pawns and pieces Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Ediths [Verse 2: Rob Sonic] Free who can echo days Mobile home, digest Wild flex, superhuman bicep Sigh nest, who can prove an Ibex? Ricochet, Richard Bay, fix a fate of violence And who can rip the place like a chinet? And move a picture frame that defines fresh? And tell it to the rain while it's eye's wet? Drive less, frizzy, dry, product placement The blinds drive, echo winter solstice The iPod break a head in post script The eyes I faded in hypnosis Twice a week just to speak, crazy, cannot focus [Bridge] Easel, author, son of secrets Diesel, daughters, posturepedic People, bosses, pawns and pieces Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Ediths [Verse 3: Rob Sonic] Waste, excess, style a concentrated way to look Wormhole on hiatus beta-hook Sony, son of Sega mega crook Hook it like Samsung, serving up my can-can Flim-flim, power to the xenophobe 10-10, hour for the screen a pro Engine, flower for the scenic roads To the bank, thank the monks while I'm here, audio Video Vanguard, village gate Studio, landshark, Philip Tate Radio, ramparts, illustrates Rocket man, Aquaman, prototype, collagen Sinners, Jean Killer, green clock Then isn't he differently mocked? Three-way, evade, histamine block The phantom blade can't enrage Hammer, strange, stop? [Hook] Strange hammer in a hazard field Cause the man with the gun got the mass appeal Do we stand, do we run, do we ask if it's real? Do we land on the sun if our cash is concealed? Easel, author, son of secrets Diesel, daughters, posturepedic People, bosses, pawns and pieces Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Edith's [Outro] Poetic Queens The Bronx Manhattan Brooklyn Staten Island It's on the train We out of space We out of space
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- Rob Sonic