Ambiguous Futures Outro by JSB Lyrics
[Opening: JSB]
Alright everybody, it's time to close out the night
I'd just like to say, thank you to everybody that came out
Uhh, don't forget to tip the waiter as you go too, by the way
And get home safely
(Thank y'all. . .)
[Verse: JSB (Freddie Ghoul)]
When brass and wind come together, they join to make I
An embodied definition of, a higher learning
Through rapping, I hope to display a, higher purpose
Than popping the pimples on my shoulder's skin surface
Not a simple servant but I provide a civil service
To cut off the heads of snakes in the grass
That lie in your path
My astral projection deflect shrapnel like projections
In the form of premonition
Promethean technician
Promethium fission
For all the radiation, I think I'll find another sea to go fish in
Or at least another sink to wash my dishes
A shrink to watch my anger and
A clinic to watch my hyper tension
From a country who's history is hyped to lynches
In a city where lost souls like to hike the bridges
Where women is known as bitches and
Niggas can't keep up the britches
I view much more
Like horizons, clouds, love, and smiles arising
Like a raisin in the sun
I'ma swing the chariot so low, we ain't gonna wade in water no more
So I ain't gotta worry bout a future for my future sons and future daughters no more
I don't wanna worry about getting jacked by the popo no more
I'm gonna make it so you ain't got worry about being proud and black
Sorry America, but I don't sing it no more
Goodnight. .
Alright everybody, it's time to close out the night
I'd just like to say, thank you to everybody that came out
Uhh, don't forget to tip the waiter as you go too, by the way
And get home safely
(Thank y'all. . .)
[Verse: JSB (Freddie Ghoul)]
When brass and wind come together, they join to make I
An embodied definition of, a higher learning
Through rapping, I hope to display a, higher purpose
Than popping the pimples on my shoulder's skin surface
Not a simple servant but I provide a civil service
To cut off the heads of snakes in the grass
That lie in your path
My astral projection deflect shrapnel like projections
In the form of premonition
Promethean technician
Promethium fission
For all the radiation, I think I'll find another sea to go fish in
Or at least another sink to wash my dishes
A shrink to watch my anger and
A clinic to watch my hyper tension
From a country who's history is hyped to lynches
In a city where lost souls like to hike the bridges
Where women is known as bitches and
Niggas can't keep up the britches
I view much more
Like horizons, clouds, love, and smiles arising
Like a raisin in the sun
I'ma swing the chariot so low, we ain't gonna wade in water no more
So I ain't gotta worry bout a future for my future sons and future daughters no more
I don't wanna worry about getting jacked by the popo no more
I'm gonna make it so you ain't got worry about being proud and black
Sorry America, but I don't sing it no more
Goodnight. .