Waking Android - Demogorgon

Yo I hold court and make a racket like Slazenger
Hip hop without me's like the earth without an atmosphere
Make shit possible, I'm raps flux capacitor
Fasten your seat belt my frightened passenger
Rip threw space time like a Mandalorian Warrior
In a pimped out De Lorian Cruising at 88
As of late I feel alienated
Perhaps ahead of time or maybe rap is outdated
Orchestrating anarchy as i conduct the crowd, my sound
Manipulate heads like Derren Brown when I play it loud
Get down, check it, flow is hectic, style perfected
My tactics got my rep growing intergalactic
Disciples spread my word like verses from the bible
Or silver bullets firing from an automatic rifle
Take the title, We Take the cake and the trifle
Sound Superior to you like you're CD and we're vinyl

We alleviate boredom scribble down are problems and record 'em
Sounds coming through the neighbors walls like a Demogorgon
We're onto some other dimensional shit
That's why it's hard for some cats to make sense of this shit

I splice sentences precisely to satisfy a vice
In the dead of night switching off my cloaking device
Vividly depicting the highs of low life
Outta sight til I break forth from under the ice
Amongst the Oddworld inhabitants, this scenes got me ravenous
I operate with callousness to paralyze the passionless
My Ordinary Madness is documented pretty well
Fuckin with the decibels while dodgin Jezebels
Combin chemicals, Home Made Bombs from the infidels
Writin in the flat sittin pretty in the citadel
I come with lines that spark a rise in heart palpitations
As I'm floating in between the kick and snare collaborations
Poised to deploy noise, I destroy toys
Or have em snatchin pharmaceuticals like Drugstore Cowboy
In this construct of chaos I pin-point the plot
More often than not, lost in thought til the drums drop

We alleviate boredom scribble down are problems and record 'em
Sounds coming through the neighbors walls like a Demogorgon
We're onto some other dimensional shit
That's why it's hard for some cats to make sense of this shit

Written by:
David Gilmore, Kane Couchman

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