Change moves like molasses
Sometimes feels like moving backwards
Something like a phrase like “money matters,”
Gaslights the masses
But this machine right here kills fascists
This machine right here kills fascists
This machine right here kills fascists
Get you off your asses
I settled in with the fact that I’ll never be rich
I doubled down with the purpose that I began with
Make art, make art
And I’m cool with that
Feel something, feel something
Where the humans at?


Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
If it ain’t moving us, then it needs to fall back
Got style, plus smarts, plus hearts
What you call that
Pin point aim
When I flame you get all that

Where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Y’all hate blow hard but it don’t inflate
Alright, alt right going down in flames
Cuz you apes waste space
And its getting real late for ya

Eyes on the back of my head
I catch zzz’s in the front
Rather be caught dead

I used to doomsday prep
Now I’m like if doomsday could try to get me in the front half
I wouldn’t even be that Mad
Max

Or Vice taxed
With my lab rats
Too many pills
But chillin with the transplant
Too many thrills
We do the shit that most can’t
Regularly
And on a schedule maybe even

Maybe or maybe not
Pump fake
Bait switch
Hit em with a twist

Wait, wait just like this
Yeah now keep waiting

Nothing to see here
I steer like a broke front bike wheel drifting
Appear for the night if the right breeze send me
I deal with type stay alive stay lifting
When diggin’ in the dirt’s so damn tempting

Huh
holler

Dick is in the water
I get it how I live it
Split it with my partners

Double jumping
Fuckin up these level bosses

This machine kill screens and kills

Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
If it ain’t moving us, then it needs to fall back
Got style, plus smarts, plus hearts
What you call that
Pin point aim
When I flame you get all that

Where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Y’all hate blow hard but it don’t inflate
Alright, alt right going down in flames
Cuz you apes waste space
And its getting real late for ya


I got p-e-o-p-l-e
Nothing else matter to me
Come on connect, collect, reflect come get the wet I architect, I arc it best
Voice to my left tells me “get like the rest”
Voice in my head tells me “ain’t none left”
But that thump in my chest tells me boy go ahead
Cause the thump in my chest tells me I’m not —nah nah nah
I made a song called “how to feel good when it’s all wrong, how to be on when it’s all off”
Popping like a sawed-off ayeyaya ayeyeiyaya
I do rad shit, bad shit, miss me with that trash shit
It goes classes to ashes
This machine kills fascists

Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
If it ain’t moving us, then it needs to fall back
Got style, plus smarts, plus hearts
What you call that?
Pin point aim
When I flame you get all that

Where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Y’all hate blow hard but it don’t inflate
Alright, alt right going down in flames
Cuz you apes waste space
And its getting real late for ya