THE GREAT BAKUNAWA (with Danny Brown)

Original

When the sun comes down, it's falling right. It's the end of the world if you call it right.

It's the end of the world if you time it right.

It's the, it's the. . .

Trying to get you out your circle every day of the week.

Take you to them deep waters, no one wavy as me.

And I'm the beast of the night, and I'm about to take flight. Take the light from the dark, born to swim with the sharks.

When I start to play my part, I can make the earth shake.

Take away with one bite, wanna see an eclipse? Getting food from the sky while I'm licking my lips. Conquer my hunger,

I'm a monster when I rise above ships. What's next on the menu?

That's a bon appétit. Bring terror to your eyes when you're looking at me.

But the sound of a beat ain't sweet music to me. When the people singing harmony, I gotta retreat.

Bamboo on my tree, but I still gotta eat.

So I just gotta creep, hope they don't peep me. But when I go for my feed, too much noise for me.

So good luck finding -food in the belly of the- -There's a snake in the rearview.

Must be fate that I'm here too. I play it safe until he pierce through.

There's a snake in the rearview. Must be fate that I'm here too.

Just play it safe until he feeds you too.

I can feel the shaking when it's deep underneath.

Tell me when's the last time we seen one of these? Old man fishing when he leaves out to sea.

Closer to the edge, getting steep in my reach. Banging on the drums, I turn the beat into a shield.

It's hard to compete, I'm taking my seat but in the wheel.

I convince the birds that I'm asleep at the wheel.

I could point them to the light if just to sweeten the deal.

Out of the premises if you like, if you like.

Turn on that television of mine, of mine. I should've broadcast the whole time.

Every angle, another gold mine.

Maybe the passageway was a matinee.

Premature with the Cabernet for the latter days. Around here, nobody accepting Apple Pay.

You'll have to try not to back away when you're passing eight. There's a snake in the rearview.

Must be fate that I'm here too. I play it safe until he pierce through.

There's a snake in the rearview. Must be fate that I'm here too.

Just play it safe until he feeds you too.

When the sun comes down, it's falling right. It's the end of the world if you call it right. It's the end.

For everybody in the spot, I'm on the mic.

If it's the end of the world, why not tonight? It's the end.

It's the same old story how it came and went.

I need a couple more bottles for the main event. It's the end.

And if it's not the last words, I'ma make it count.

I need a million bad bitches just to play me out. It's the end.

I got a front row seat, that's what I call it.

I'm kicking up my feet, no need to stall it. It's the end.

Crashing against the sky until it shatters.

I couldn't even tell you if it matters. It's the end.

With open arms,

I welcome you.

And I run to the finish line.

When my shit's exposed, caught in the rhythm.

To grind up again, off the end.

There's a snake in the rearview.

There's a snake in your rearview. There's a snake.

I'm in your rearview. There's a snake.

I'm in your rearview