The Thought - Rhesus Thesis (feat. PsychoSloth) Lyrics

I'm trying to live again, yo
I'm saying you
Don't really want to change
If there's effort involved
That shit out of your range
You really stuck with what to do
You really don't know who to be
It's like you stupid but you got a high IQ
Don't know no body off the leash, sheesh
You really blame this on the Jews?
When it's the pastors getting paid?
I know you used to trusting all the news
But who's choosing what they say, today?
Each of us is prone to choose
To keep our hands up in those chains
'Cause you keep us fighting over booze
And keep those thoughts up in our brains
You got maggots, word to P-Funk
Got to kill a politician? Let it be Trump
Don't take pressure off the Clintons, but they teamed-up
They all members of the Jeffrey Epstein club
Kirk died every time that Scotty had him beamed up
Covered up all that free energy with Jesus
Please remember that sound waves are your weakness
Anything, when weaponized, can show you where the seams split
Least that's the thesis, Rhesus
O- Mabie, that's why I'm so negative
Parents made me sensitive, never took my sedatives
Only took like seven years for Teach to call me "genius"
So I'm seen as needless and don't hear from my relatives
And that's representative of all the tragic strong
That don't know how to live in a world that feels so wrong
The changes to our skeletons since we got dragged along
But we giving all we have to give with each and every song
I'm saying you
Don't really wanna change
How you scared, to tell the truth
When you got maggots in your brain?
I'm saying you
Don't really want to change
If there's effort involved
That shit out of your range
You really stuck with what to do
You really don't know who to be
It's like you stupid but you got a high IQ
Don't know no body off the leash, sheesh
You really blame this on the Jews?
When it's the pastors getting paid?
I know you used to trusting all the news
But who's choosing what they say, today?
Each of us is prone to choose
To keep our hands up in those chains
'Cause you keep us fighting over booze
And keep those thoughts up in our brains
Cold and breezy like autumn is, medicine for like Sodomists
Sorta high from the shaman kiss, I don't know where the bottom is
Psycho's passion is bottomless, bags and pecs what I gotta get
Catch me in the fields of Chernobyl skipping and frolicking
I be after all of it, I believe in crazy things
Sorta like Scientologists, eating acid in colleges
Sharp as f*ck but empty inside, bitch I'm a hollow-tip
My joint's 'bout as thick as the legs of a hippopotamus
Do it for the knowledge, not for common acknowledgment
Denominated nominations, such a filthy combination
Honestly, abomination, all this in my observation
Pockets filled with doctor-patient privilege and the noggin's vacant
Goblins trotting, into keeping calm, drop some product placement
Label says you gotta take a line to stop hallucinations
I've been in a lucid state, found it in an illusive nation
Cruising on the moon as the music playing, ay