The Protocol Intro by Mr. Pink (Rapper) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mr. Pink]
Will never succeed in making definitive statements
So I'll just bend my arm backwards and try to keep on praying
My voice will soon become clamant, my toys have turned into anguish
So can you do me a favor and priority mail all your praises?
I'm anxious, the Earth is kicking my gut
Seems like life is surrounding me, tryna put me in it's blood
Confiding to an open hand, "Sir, you are unjust"
It's just in human nature to feel greed, pride and lust
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I see evil and hear it too
Don't bother asking me "who here's the real fool?"
You cannot be a king if you got no-one to rule
And all of your disciples are at the bottom of your shoe
Throw me in the grave like it's a pool to a kid
I'll either succumb or I will learn how to swim
Until the water fills up to the cusp of the rim of my glass
Falling Down on my ass
En masse was the crowd that saw me taking baby steps
Taking jest at everything that I was to expect
Don't lend your arms out if you'll soon snatch them back
Throw me a smile and say "you're on the right track"
On the mic next, sinking pit in my chest
The game has concluded, I have got no moves left
Heading west, that's for certain
Looking back, am I the burden?
Will never succeed in making definitive statements
So I'll just bend my arm backwards and try to keep on praying
My voice will soon become clamant, my toys have turned into anguish
So can you do me a favor and priority mail all your praises?
I'm anxious, the Earth is kicking my gut
Seems like life is surrounding me, tryna put me in it's blood
Confiding to an open hand, "Sir, you are unjust"
It's just in human nature to feel greed, pride and lust
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I see evil and hear it too
Don't bother asking me "who here's the real fool?"
You cannot be a king if you got no-one to rule
And all of your disciples are at the bottom of your shoe
Throw me in the grave like it's a pool to a kid
I'll either succumb or I will learn how to swim
Until the water fills up to the cusp of the rim of my glass
Falling Down on my ass
En masse was the crowd that saw me taking baby steps
Taking jest at everything that I was to expect
Don't lend your arms out if you'll soon snatch them back
Throw me a smile and say "you're on the right track"
On the mic next, sinking pit in my chest
The game has concluded, I have got no moves left
Heading west, that's for certain
Looking back, am I the burden?