Tired Atlas (feat. Oh No)

Madlib

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    Y'all killin' me out here, man

    Been through a Carter, Reagan, two Bushes, and a Clinton
    Changes with Obama, and now we got a Trump trippin'
    But I'm more interested in the Franklins
    'Cause the more we get invested up the rankings
    And I ain't no growner, shit, I can't flush money
    Birds be chirpin', can't do the hush money
    Off of that dust money? I'll dust money
    Ice cold, had that face leakin' out slush puppies
    Kim un pushed nukes, Putin changed the vote booths
    Police ain't got patience, they just wanna fuckin' shoot
    Anybody black, that's a fact, and it's terrible
    Livin' inside a era that's Eric bringin' that terror through
    Fighting all of these battles, tryna break the barricades
    We do it 'cause our grandparents' parents were a pair of slaves
    This is what I'm cut from, this is how a nigga's made
    I'll act civilized once I feel a nigga's paid
    To the cradle 'till I'm layin' cold stiff in a grave
    Specificially in the ocean, all that mixin', I be shiftin' weights
    It be a tsunami everyday, got the people all enraged

    I got the globe on my back
    People don't even know how to act
    I got the globe on my back
    Runnin' through space, been doin' laps
    I had to put it down for a minute
    Weight of the world so heavy, go ahead and try to lift it
    This is your world, this is your world
    Your world, this is your world

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    Look at 'em, shook like an earthquake
    Sinkholes pullin' cars, live-watching earth break
    Little bass frequencies, this is how the earth shake
    Too many broken people, not enough work space
    Not enough Cloud space, livin' in a loud place
    Greek control the world get at not enough now-face
    Mugshot, wow-faced, throw in the towel face
    Life here to beat you up, leave a bloody foul taste
    Close-range action, long-range sharpshooter
    Pipebomb-packin' hackers at a computer
    Trollin' through the traffic
    Thumbprint unlockin', algorithm magic
    Streets in the net poppin', fully automatic
    Spam in the webwatchin'
    Every transaction like the corner with the narc plottin'
    That's as hot as volcanic lava rock spewin' often

    I got the globe on my back
    People don't even know how to act
    I got the globe on my back
    Runnin' through space, been doin' laps
    I had to put it down for a minute
    Weight of the world so heavy, go ahead and try to lift it
    This is your world, this is your world
    Your world, this is your world

    The fuck is going on with niggas out here, man?
    I don't know what to do anymore, man, I had to call Mike
    What's going on, son?
    Y'all killin' me out here, man

    You must be out of your motherfuckin' mind
    Hit the deck... Sergeant!
    Now for a good, clean.. *gunshots* blast!

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