Checkers lyrics

Intro
You're a prisoner here now

Verse 1
Shooter calluses, active and moving callus
Anomaly in the algorithm to the algebraculus
A mole of Alexandria's information in aggregate
Ruling elder giving you the hell to melt the valuables

Rivences, red at my back, I'm in the diagonals
Evolving, shiv in his back, he shattered the manacles
Man down, damn it, can he manage the variables?
Manually override these overnight manuals, man

M-m-m-mayday, it's the tapering of the straightaway
The making of a bedlamite, the straightening of the theta wave Working on a way to cure this sudden inexplicable urgency
To secure a sure shot, shape, paperweight, pay the man

Simultaneously in survival mode and looking like a hundred violations of the fire code
Design a die a lone moments at the styrofoam
But not before these known names go the way of the dial tone - Don't

Interlude
Yo, could you do me a favor?
Could you go to the black hole superette, please?
And can you grab me...
It has a warning label on it It says something bad's gonna happen to you for the product
Can you bring me one of those?
Don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't

Verse 2
Staring at the sun until one of us blinks
When it does, I'm running for the tunnels, hated blood in the creek
Bloody hell, every day I wake, I'm one of the king
Whose kingdom come to refer to me as the wonderful thing

One of the filthiest fish in the azure
Could a political act of the particular matter
Should it present as a pattern, put the pig out to pasture
This ain't that action figure in the original package

We in the shit with the taggers
Bastards and bullies and baddies and bitches and bummers
Who shuffle out of the shadows with the limbs of another
Trap jaws, heads, they puffed arms in the cave of Vader
Over rollerblading, Barbie with a bow from Hank Ranger

Bullseye in danger, I'm a surgeon at 70 yards
As long as the target is not a snail in chart
Hello from the hell and back to autograph an X mark
Leaving the treasure for the next man
The best part done

Chorus
Don't show up at the get down thinking that
Holy as if you need help out
Similarly don't, show up at the get up thinking that
Hellish as if you ain't blessed up
Just, just don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
Just, just don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't

Verse 3
I'm on a higher kind of prowess
I'm somewhere in the melee
While I'm somewhere doing tai chi on a mountain
Only out of bed to pick the lock and smuggle in his

Visigoths Who'd love to redesign the hillside little box by little box So get these businesses to page a stranger on the intercoms
The kind that sound real till you realize they did you wrong
Oh this is definitely checkers, I don't play chess

A sack of city atlases, actually way less after
Mermaid leather in the truck
It's only in poor taste if you ain't never been the one
Pickle the hand of whoever's signal is man
Stunts of five with a candle and a bib in a sand

My advice is don't approach him when they're sobbing in a copy room
Or eating hot pretzels in the mezzanine in Azimuth
Or at the hobby shop with honey copping model glue
Or meeting Bobby at the Bronx Zoo

Chorus
Don't show up at the get down thinking that
Holy as if you need help out
Similarly, don't show up at the get up thinking that
Hellish as if you ain't blessed up
Just, just don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
Just, just don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't