Waterboarding

I know you feel it Rap is wack so I'm back to spittin Middle-aged man never learned to fit in I'm the one guy who can name the sickness Every other artist talks ass and licorice Yo, I know you feel it That gnawing, nagging, numbing, blogging, tagging, thumbing, Buzzfeed Streaming, meme-ing, content coma Everything is free but I'm bored as shit My malaise don't fit in the animated GIF I have feelings that can't be expressed with kittens Even the most freestyled now sounds written All coalesced into four loud kick drums: UH UH UH - big surprise Q. What's the new sound, y'all? A. Lies Look me in the screen while I look you in the eyes, kid I'm the last naked voice you'll recognize I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the water I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the water I know you feel it: That runaway science, that greater good That real thin line 'tween could and should That nature's end, that Irish bull: That gods are men whose minds are full, yo I feel the heavy Not prepped for when the levee breaks No more history, no mistakes Your life is cake but something is wrong Your artists fail to write the song That illustrates this encrypted love That we take to like swine to mud That Icarus blood that shoots you up And wears you out like fitted gloves You shackled doves, you mired saints Embrace the canvas, erase the paint You know this road can not end well We'll burn in heaven you choirs of hell! I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the water I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the water I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the water I wanna get back into the I wanna get back into the We gotta get back into the water