Kasparov's Revenge

So this, this thing

This thing I hear is going down

You know, it, it ain't about punk

And it ain't about the scene

And you stupid fucking nerds

Are sitting, sitting indoors, man

I'm out, on, the street, dig it?

And I'm out here on the street where it goes down

Not indoors

In the record stores

I'm making it go down here

Dig it?

Check it out

It's a scene

The scene that never was, and there never will be

You never was, you never will be

I am here, where it is real

So get wise, fucker!

Check it out

Scraping the skylines with hypnotic observations

Swooping and surfing over lyrical substations

Embrace the flame again and again

Like passion and pain, hand in hand with each other

This thing I hear is going down

Sliding

Deeper I'm gliding

Shooting

I am deeper than you

Bombs wired to my chest, I'll lace the building with bugs

'Cause you'll always be behind me, slip-streaming my buzz

See me rocket off into the ozone layer

Spiralling off into the ether

Slip-streaming our buzz

Slip-streaming our buzz

Slip-streaming our buzz

Slip-streaming our buzz

Into the ether

I'm making it go down here

Dig it?

Sliding

And I'm out here on the street where it goes down

Deeper I'm gliding

Check it out

Shooting

I am deeper than you

Into the ether (So get wise fucker)

Sliding

Deeper I'm gliding

Shooting

I am deeper than you

Into the ether

I am deeper than you

Into the ether

And it ain't about the scene