[Verse 1 Cool Calm Pete] You heard? Osama got a weather machine Bought a new umbrella with my colorless green And Saddam act like the mafia Don Dont touch that dial reruns of Vietnam Cool Calm on a recon mission Out the work place been gone fishing Heading upstream, make you forget home Hungry man dinner chronic fatigue syndrome You all alone, no one to relate to Like even your old lady act askew World on crutches, limping on its axis Grandpa pitch a tent doing his taxes Scare tactics, loot under the mattress I got guns and internet access Pop divas do drugs and act rude Wear pretty little clothes, dance and drop school Im makin moves in the land of milk and honey Overcast day, nose still runny Come rain or shine, please remain calm Dont touch that dial they gonna drop the bombs [Verse 2 Cool Calm Pete] Now this just in Take one on the chin Hiphop mischief Huckleberry Finn Chuckles and laughs from poisonous gas Secondclass citizen take two and pass Natives are restless express lane Got excess baggage still love cocaine Hard to maintain, harder to let go They fucking up my city for vendettas and petrol Retro fitted, got loot too acquitted Pitted against all odds still committed Hair loss, silicone, botox kisses, call 1800 Identity crisis Act now, react later, playa hate Eat fast, lose weighttoo late! So your homegirls up in arms in harms way Red alert bring the alarmbombs away Duck and cover you might get burned Ive seen a thousand points of no return Tune in youre now rocking with the Calm Dont touch that dial theyre gonna drop the bombs [Verse 3 Cool Calm Pete] You got them postwar blues Still confused Daytime drama, sitcom, news Still buried in the trenches refuse to lose A ruse from the capitol with rights to choose Product placement Sex is tasteless Still less filling, the enemys faceless A joke in the office and he aint all that And the new American pastime is rap Stop the presses, look another titty Got your homeboy and aint life pretty? We all rock synthetics to bear the cold You act like relics but youre barely old Ultraviolence, a moment of silence From down with the king to down with the tyrants Cant trust the system, we still cant count Cause they bucking down kids when school is out Head for the hills another cold front chill Collection of sorrow and unpaid bills Destination, red and blue nation And this whole damn city need a vacation
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