The last thing Wait, wait, wait (Conductor) The last thing we heard before the shots start flying Wait! Cameras trying to capture falling stars outside (Con-) Wait! Like a child with his finger pointed Aimed at the night sky Thumb going rapid fire A shooting star They try to dangle the carrot ‘til I was sleepy Talking noise can’t keep me quiet I make you deep sea dive in the pool of sharks for your cruel remarks Cause my medulla sparks It’s not a funeral service, it’s schools apart I’m from a city where making it big is pretty rare It’s why they bust a clip while women strip with they titties bare But I’m an anomaly My autonomy’s on another planet The distance is God’s throne to astronomy I solemnly swore to take you by storm and change the economy’s forecast When I was just acting calmer before Just give me mine I’m sick of asking I’m flicking ash in your urn A proven assassin can burn by a slicker craftsman Make you swallow your pride You should have tried liquor Aspirin tablets, fellatio habits, cleaning supplies in your cabinets It’s no fun when the gun gets held by the rabbits Your brain could leak and you might not get your abs fixed Somebody better tell ‘em how far they fell from grace Just to land on they face and misplace they cerebellum Laid out on concrete evidence ever since I did ‘em dirty Then a diplomatic, asymptomatic who hands are never rinsed It’s pay back, not a dollar off Lightning in the bottle to your Molotov So eyes follow where my hands go Can paint a picture for Saint Tropez and they’ll hang it next to a Van Gogh (woah, woah) Wait, wait, wait The last thing we heard before the shots start flying Wait! Cameras trying to capture falling stars outside Wait! Like a child with his finger pointed Aimed that the night sky Thumb going rapid fire A shooting star (a shooting star) Kick the doors in without the key from the mayor (Conductor) They tried to box on the conveyor belt Then layer me on top of other squares As if I was in bad shape Wasn’t thinking like L.L. on the cover of your dad tape Bars trap, angry gorillas, mad apes Slot you down if you had BAPEs It's curtains once it gets ugly as plaid drapes In a haunted mansion I can land ten punches to your face without making my hand bend And when the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world Across all continents, in every state For testing me, that’s a recipe for disaster It’s a jungle out there Beware of the bare necessities Went from being the top statistic For helicopter twisted blades to [?] Now it's gravy enough to sop the biscuit Whoa, whoa Wait, wait (Conductor) The last thing we heard before the shots start flying Wait