Yet Another
Yah Yah Yah
Yah
Yet another, American Apparel tomb
Feral coon, cat scratch fever in a sterile room
Reviewing Tim Kaine's relationship goals while peril looms
My materials will fail me soon
And yet still, complete as a apple core
Rap remind me of the Apple Store
Too many geeks selling trinkets in uniform
Clay under my fingernails
Etched it in cuneiform
Break out the nae-nae, then the Methuselah pop
And I feel like Arthur Miller when The Crucible drop
The tragic mulatto is neither
Ajamu Baraka with a scyther
We are no longer an ordinary peoples
Occupy myself like an off-roading vehicle
And that DJ over there
He tried to buy power over Karma
I giggle softly like I'm Wilmer Valderrama
Hosting a show about Yo Mama jokes
Treat the last scene like an Aphorism