V1
Collasoul Structure

God forgive us we're about to make a killin’
In a sea of baited millions
Tryna Validate a ceiling
Like your head is made of steel
And it won't macerate
Ascending don't congratulate
Done playin’ paddy cake wit ya feelin’s
It's somebody's party
And I'm really mad I stayed up buildin’
fluff on this plastic plate for the children
They want style and face
I peel off like I'm out here chasin’ villains
In a film starring Key
Pardon me
I'm sharpening my pointed stakes for the village
There's a monster in us all
The heart ain't safe
I'm gonna pierce it
Like I'm Paul and mike
taking harpoons straight to the ear
place funnels under my mouth
For bloody truth
Chase with beer
Wide awake or just chillin?
Not enough space for near
You're so "woke" but tune in next week
For the pay-per-rearview
It's embrace the weird dude
bout it since the year
Bout it bout it part 3
Was at it's loudest
You can hear it
Crew been
Working for the years
We ain't workin for the cheers
Work it like
Chittlin’ circuit
Circus Experience
Theater troop
Spears
Bill Goldberg couldn't do
We old but thing is what's old to a new?
Humanoid
From the past and the future
Time travelin recruiters
For this world of Mind craft
While we patch up and suture
The point between
The ave and the masses
Of Troopers in the lab
Wit a smashed wine glass
And bazooka

Chorus
Jason Gatz

uh
Stomp you in your belly
Elbow to your Solar Plex
(La Laaaa La Laaaa)
yes
Headbutt Canon
(La Laaaaa)
Sledgehammers to that turkey neck
(La Laaaaaa)
Knock like all the wind up out of you
(La Laaaaa)
Elbow to that Solar Plex
(La Laaaaa)
Headbutt Canon
(La Laaaaaa)
Sledgehammers to that turkey neck


V2
I.B. Fokuz

I wonder why they never seen us coming or to elevate the ethers/ chillin/ like I don't know/
Talkin' bout the unseen/ take it like a bullet on the horn of a matador separate the cunning/ calculate the cataclysm counting down/ 5 star to a 1,2/ no button for undue/ Folly/
How about/ you throw your tile out/ I ran a mile now/ We gonna' find out who gonna bow down/ to God/
How's it/ you haven't seen Jyro since got em in the cockpit/ man we've been nigger rigging in the mosh pits/ pushing on the rocks sitting on the house/ now we back on your door knocking/ (Say Word)
Sledgehammer/ through your antenna/ with the fan spinning/ spreading blood in your ants kitchen/ on the white linen/ yes, I did it/ with the dark denim/ like I Clark kentin/ but Allah in em/
Bar bengin' on a IMAX/ when time lasp/ I'm a wine back/ till ya spine tap/ for climax/ get a Oscar for the line next/ like/ this isn't Ptah you lying/
Go ahead, let em have it/ while you holding on the manifold/ don't forget you lipstick and pantyhose/ every other crew is like a fresh bowl cantaloupes/
rather have the props and the antidote/ IB

Chorus
Jason Gatz

uh
Stomp you in your belly
Elbow to your Solar Plex
(La Laaaa La Laaaa)
yes
Headbutt Canon
(La Laaaaa)
Sledgehammers to that turkey neck
(La Laaaaaa)
Knock like all the wind up out of you
(La Laaaaa)
Elbow to that Solar Plex
(La Laaaaa)
Headbutt Canon
(La Laaaaaa)
Sledgehammers to that turkey neck