Year of the Aux ft. Zensoul Lyrics

It's the Year of the Aux, I'mma stay oxygenated

I ain't here for the rocks, I'm here for what we cultivated

As a cult of vagrants, the secret cultural agents

Y'all sulking on the beach, egrets searching for a calorie

With the haste of a wasteland dweller, his face swelling

With lacerations you could only get from a propeller

On the breaks like a fake Mandela who ain't telling

The faithful of the cause something worthy of applause

Only selling tapes, draping strangers in merch they can purchase

Disregard the give and take, choosing mirth over purpose

Ain't deserving of my space, the rest of Earth at your service

Y'all at the pearly gates burning, 'cause you just a disturbance

I got my wording close to perfect 'cause I processed my trauma

Y'all ain't ever put that work in at your job at the plaza

I don't think I heard a word about you earning some honor

So I'm honestly unbothered by you, Mr. Rogers

Yo, no longer living with doubt

One thing about me, I'm gonna figure it out

Don't got time to sit on a couch and start wishin' for clout

They like how I deliver words and how I'm shipping them out

You ever been by yourself trying to find your self?

And the one thing that was missing was inside yourself?

Huh, me and humility, yeah we get along fine

It's about who you are offline, not online

Coming with the shipment, unloading the cargo

The gas you put on beats is watered down like Arco

Lack of diversity like employment at Wells Fargo

Give people what they need to stay driven, call me AutoZone

Got the Leaf Village with me, I am not alone

You can't outshine my shadow, Shikamaru speaking monotone

I never needed a hero, I just looked in the mirror

Can't have life without death, there is nothing to fear

Deacons decomposing, in the deep without my floaties

I could steep my tea with toadstools and geek on the weird

Got my beakers on the heat, three seven three Kelvin

Y'all can keep to Easy Street, the Seldom Scene get my cheers

The bells be ringing your ears, upon collision, I'm on a mission

To teach some politicians how to find the stairs

Only erring from the errand for the fairest-skin Karen

So I can push her down with 'em, end the workers' despair

I'm in your church with a flare, you're in my lab with a candle

I'm not a person who cares about the animal mantles

I'd rather Hannibal handle, leave nothing behind

Except your blood on the gravel and a pairing of wine

It's so apparent to mine, that y'all would dine on an island

Made from those you declined, out-of-hand, no replying

I don't know the compliant, only focused on clients

Once I grow my alliance it's over!

I'm in a stratosphere of pantomimes, passerby that are atomized

Doing commentary on a list of shit I haven't tried

List the shit I haven't tried, and get enamored by

They say that life's a bitch, you know it never hurts to fantasize

With this ventilation, another vent eventful

The supplement to what commences under one's potential

Osiris with the spindle, I'm in a vent full of riddles

On pendulums, barely visible, seminaries my ventricle

You could hate the world and be the only person miserable

Cut each other off and still grow like tentacles

I tend to do my thing, but never get the right words

Typically get melted at the tip of any iceberg

Just a fly nerd, out the ghetto, how we made it

From a chicken noodle, TV-dinner diet, microwavable

To now; I satiate my hunger with arithmetic

To quench the misconception of the castle when my temple splits