Kickflips by Blocks

I'm pretty sure we made it, saw a faded sign for hades
'bout a hundred miles previous, it's feeling pretty devious
Levitated chassis pop a flat on vast chasms
Past the river Styx, now where the hell my handbasket?

Man classic, now aint that a bitch?
Gonna be a minute, everybody eat the rich,
Or feed the fish, or feed the poor, or bleed for war--
Oh wait, go back-- that last one, let's do that more

Wait, what are we fighting for anyway?
Didn't stick around to be a second rate Hemingway
The bell tolls for shell toes and track suits, that's cool
Deals made in back rooms, they didnt even ask you?

Anyone can see the sky's assumed a crimson tenor,
And the man who says the weather says its gonna last forever,
Yet we out here in flip flops hoping that the Tik Toks
Will pay enough to buy a rocket ship so we can lift off and get gone

And if not, who gonna carry memories
When everybody burned to a crisp?
At least some future species got some documented evidence
That you can land a kickflip and get clicks, so sick

I mean the height of our expression, and there Isn't really
anything thats coming close to second
And humanity is better cuz you had the conscious presence
To preserve that shit forever...

I mean, I'm no better,
But y'know, whatever

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Independent Hip Hop
• Minneapolis