State of Emergency

[Objective]

Father of tone's raising voices,
a pearl in the rough among auto-tune oysters.
Imbed this gen, poke a man with corpses, Ash is dead,
fuck these faceless droids with dreads if robo fashion spreads.
Baseless noise diagnosed with annoying voice but no tourettes,
who cares what you say, or who's next to US army's vets?
Tell me to mark it 0 and I mark it red,
get sued to play or sample getting scarred instead.
Tattoo artists carving scriptures with henna mixtures,
go on tour to kill Enna listeners, fuck your taste and pictures.
Guess I'm gettin old with age,
sold to fade and countin days while I devour hours
with bitter, sours, drinkin liquor with gs and cowards.
These keys are ours, rich in style with easel powers
to give these streets a hard on,
big ups to boomers hatin weasel stardom.
Vikings with plastic helmets has their asses hellbent
on fantasized violence to help em pass and sell it.
Bottled trends with shifting friends' ain't lasting plans,
just ask and laugh cus task at hand is masking brands.
Just change your stance, make it great and part the strands,
say it stands for something like your honest rotting concepts
that'll crumble under pressure like modern artisans plotting projects.
Televised culture for cash grab vultures is scary potent,
but there's nothing on yet.
Shit,
who needs some eerie content?