Mini Brute - Doomtree

I came on my own two feet

I left with the gasoline

Walk back to my breakdown

It came like a passing breeze

Never know where it’s taking me

Patience, push that function

Just ain’t working now

But I’ll work it out

I’ll work it out

Find me up with the art

In the back of the building

Installation creates the spaces I’m filling

Still as dust, sculpted to beauty

Sore dead, catch em zone at the ceiling

They better off cause my corona burn they retina

Warn with lecture so of course they all ignored it

They toss the board, pieces on the floor

Games blown like so many tops

Cool, calm, collect two hundred more, ride til last stop

Lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me

Up to me, chosen few

Chose to be over you

Greener green, better view

Pick a beat, spit it true

Choke it down, cough it up

Are we on that next or what

Is we up to healthy shit or nah, pro’lly better off

Up with art on the side of the building

Inspiration creates the race that I’m winning

We livin and breathin in dust

Yeah, they livin in it and they keepin it shut

I’m bout to live it up or live for what

On and on

Mind yourself -- the water’s deep

Close to dawn

Now’s the time we earn our keep

Rifle sleeping in my hand

Enough dynamite to blow the dam

So catch me if you

Catch me if you

Catch me if you can

Picking up the bottle when the water’s coming over me

Giving up the father when he’s done with the sword in the stone

Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone

Caller unknown, I’m falling to you, dry and alone

With no sign of the wall

I got this stone in my hands

So catch me

Catch me

Catch me if you can

The setup was a stunner

Never saw the gunner coming

Spent that summer in the gutter

Look at that, it got me by the numbers

Whole city got me out of line

Busy bodies, idle minds

Left me with a novel look, I title mine

«How to Look Like You’re Not Shook and Still Look Like a Rolling Dice

Cooler Than the Polar but Colder Nights»

Goddamn that couldn’t hold up

Stay calm, foot on

Napalm, rev up

Get gone, red line, hang on, time up

Function friction, fix shit, break it

Pump that fiction, nothing’s sacred

Aces wild but faces flush in

Pace and style, no baseless punches

I came with the dying breed, never knew we had to bleed

City kids don’t love that, mini brute tough act

Stunt what?

All that, bump up all we got is ours now plus yours, jump back!