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Ants
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Ants fue publicado el 13 de noviembre de 2026 por Rhymesayers Entertainment como parte del álbum Trouble Mountain
Lanzamiento13 de noviembre de 2026
SelloRhymesayers Entertainment
IdiomaEnglish
BPM87
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Letras

[Verse 1]
Lemme get a survey of the land
From up here, y'all look like ants
Stupefying feats of endurance and spatial reasoning
Outside the box forever-ever, tell 'em they can keep the thing
Rejection letter sender, seal it with a rare stamp
Just to make it extra-extra, there, there, champ
I juggle jerry cans, grease on the Carhartt
Arbiter of strategy, allergy to R&R, yar
Side yard, stalkin' with the giant breeds
86'd to Noah's Ark to only bark in minor keys
Snorting and coughing, and sorting out the hierarchy
We hit the power grid, a cloud of sibling rivalries
United by a common goal, that solo road to peace
That everlasting glow that go beyond the dopamine
That I can feel the Holy Spirit in my bones and teeth
It's shooting through my eyes, behold the floating feet
[Chorus]
Get this cup to the water, get that supper to the cubs
Get these drums to the butcher, get that sucker on the one
Hello, hello
Hello, hello
[Verse 2]
Low light, one of those nights in the labyrinth
You could go from nobody to roadside attraction, imagine
Eyeing while the quiet kid wire walk
Sidelined sighing, trying to pry into the dialogue
Like, "Totally, my God, I know it's such a mess
They really are so corny, who should we punish next?"
Who's "we" dog? You're not even trying
I'd rather listen to a loop of Dobby dying than your rhyming
Wow, come to where the summer is the temperature of fools
Getting housed on the motherfuckin' regular
Thick eyeglasses, how sick are the graphics?
I can count Atlantic City cards from the Catskills
Bozos pose no closer
The red nose toast once closed in the smoker
Okay, clogs on the couch, I'm Oscar the Grouch's protégé
Everything about him screaming, "Go away"
[Chorus]
Get this cup to the water, get that supper to the cubs
Get these drums to the butcher, get that sucker on the one
Hello, hello
Hello, hello
[Verse 3]
Pull up in a sled, dog-led, dreadnought
Drugged up, jump out, stretch, give a TED Talk
Step through a cement wall with bells on
Get crestfallen by the lead-belly hellspawn
Swell, every time I hit the field
The people whispering, "The prophecy has been fulfilled"
Rain slicker on, kissing a blizzard of bitter pills
Each imprint code reads, "Spin the wheel," I'm in it
Through the windshield, roll to my feet
Brush the dirt off my shoulder, people start throwing me beads
Say hello to the freeze
Who present as devastating frost over the greens
No cheat codes, outta ammo, health bar blinking red
Ready set, running from the reddest-ever ring of death
Head screwed on, no horse, king's breath
Always doing more, always thinking less
[Chorus]
Get this cup to the water, get that supper to the cubs
Get these drums to the butcher, get that sucker on the one
Hello, hello
Hello, hello
Written by: Ian Bavitz, Tony Simon

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