Kyanite Toothpick (feat. Hanni El Khatib)

Peace, peace, peace

I'm on that, keep the light meter guessin'

The dreaded French exit for the sight-seeing lensmen

Boulder and a see-saw, T-minus 3, 2

Peace y'all, master of the sea and the heavens

I'm P-noid, traffic beeping in the key of my penance

Even the wind in the willow ask, "What's the frequency, Kenneth?"

Tune in, how's my driving?

Drivers start dialing, I drive like a man who dies trying

Here salt of the earth all-seers

Read palms through times three Walgreens readers

Drawstring eaters, no staff to memo

No cabs to flag, just you and the black echo

See if it says, "Hello," back

If it says, "Hello," first, hit 'em with the Cheshire Cat

This ain't a circle to a checkered flag

It's people keen to murder for a level map

Thief market buzzing by what use to be McDonald's

The currency is crystal and deconstructed Elantras

Anonymous warning shots are the modern "Attention shoppers"

A stop in defense of honor's a belly flop in piranhas

Money, get to the chopper, money, on your way, adopt a puppy

I'm on that proper dummy, it's getting Tonka truck-y

Yup, yup, you on that curfew

I'm on that late night, you on that church pew

I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist

I'm on that OG, you on that new to this

I'm on that matador, I'm on that bullfight

You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirt bike

I'm on that twelve o'clock, you on that road rash

You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash

You made the stock crash, I took that stock up

You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck

I'm on that Mobius, I'm on that Minor Threat

I'm on that find peace, you on that find meth

I'm on that insects trilling

Dandelion stem in his fist with the head missing

Into the mess, willing

Aye, when I was seventeen, I was on that Doomsday

Hiding from the outside, buried in that loose leaf

You was on that loose lips, I was on that ruthless

You was on that useless, I was on that truth, bitch

You was on that glue trap, I was on that Busenitz

I was on that blueprint, you was on that groupthink

You was on that hoodwinked, I was on that blue chip

Hanni in a goose down, chewing on a toothpick

What up, Aes?

I was on that "Ooh, child", I was on that noodle brick

I was on that Brooklyn bound, hooks around a nutriment

You was on that two bit, I was on that Two Towers

I was on that Juice Crew, I was on that "Whose House?"

I could do this all night, outside of your own lackeys

You as common as a table for one in the Lonesome Valley

The mean-mugging seems tough until a real someone

Come and decorate your gate with a pelt that means something to ya

Local time, sudden death overtime

Sold his ten foot pole, it's fold or ride the poltergeist, cold

I'm on that party crash, you on that guard the gate

I'm on that garlic mash

I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist

I'm on that OG, you on that new to this

I'm on that matador, I'm on that bullfight

You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirt bike

I'm on that twelve o'clock, you on that road rash

You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash

You made the stock crash, I took that stock up

You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck

I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist

I'm on that OG, you on that new to this

I'm on that matador, I'm on that bullfight

You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirt bike

I'm on that twelve o'clock, you on that road rash

You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash

You made the stock crash, I took that stock up

You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck