Year of the Aux ft. Zensoul

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