TinMan - 18 Bronzemen Lyrics

I woke up in the morning grab a bottle from the furnishing
Alcohol nourishing, to a day's beginning, paint a painting onto your membrane
Assault the brain, with a salt of grain, killer my head pain
I see the thing when the stranger sings

My train, of thought, just got lost, stare at the parking lot
It's 9 o'clock, should i warm the pot , before i go, feed the dog
Put on some RTJ to start the day, apply the Colgate. ain't got no tooth decay
Better watch out for that coolaid, spark up purple haze

I do it out of thirst, oh please mark my words
On this flat earth, who doesn't wanna stand out in the f*cking herd
Some uses violence, some put their phone on silence
I control ones, and zeroes, hoping to find some unique resonance

Dictatorial benevolence stole my basic income
Democratic inbalance tampered the electoral outcome
First world, problem child, too many hard times i don't know
My hip-hop didn't come from the ghetto, learned it from a TV show

The soup looks different, but just the same old medicine
Broke out of temple of Shaolin, one punched the 18 Bronzemen, I said
The soup looks different, but just the same old medicine
Broke out of temple of Shaolin, one punched the 18 Bronzemen

It used to be, kill all your foes, a drive by sounds so damn cold
Gotta pick your f*cking battle, i choose milk with cereal
Lucky charms into my bowls, i see you roll in diamond rolls
Gotta change, MY spectacle, there ain't no f*cking miracle

Organically natural i can't think of a single verbal
That can withhold, some-thing monumental, without being lyrical
Driving pizza, spinning slow doe, my ego getting pummeled
Crumbling universal, going interdimensional

If im real, doesn't mean I have to swear, to kill
If im real, doesn't mean I am immune to cheap thrills
It's a void, I'm trying to fill, someone would rather take a pill
Hold still, keep making your mills i be sitting on a hill

Let me ask you, what does thou wilt, at the finish line!
Beg for more time!? or straight to meeting higher divine!
Don't need no Hublots, or AP's, I'll stick to Nikes Dickie's Khakis
A Honda car key, life is but a POV movie

The soup looks different, but just the same old medicine
Broke out of temple of Shaolin, one punched the 18 Bronzemen, I said
The soup looks different, but just the same old medicine
Broke out of temple of Shaolin, one punched the 18 Bronzemen