The Trashman Cometh

V1 Jamessiah: And here we go with

Zebulon, Trashman cometh

Got you hooked on all my phonics

Yes I’m hustlin’ the hardcore

smooth with dope ebonics

Sledge hammerin’ the grammar

Sweet talkin’ up your Gramma

Shakin’ hands, kissin’ ladies

as they dance to this and stammar

Best believe we on the come up

All these houchie mammas done up

painted faces, when the bass hits

it’s a circus until sun up

carousel to hell and back now

crooked cops are on the crack down

‘til confetti drops I’ll never stop

or fade into the background

(my life for you)

V2 B. Steels: I need to calibrate all my chemical doses

cause these thoughts keep multiplying like my cells in mitosis

prognosis pyromania–I’ll light up this track

and what’s left in my head won’t leave your city intact.

I’m the trashman, I’m gunnin’ for you, boots on the ground

Don’t you dare underestimate–I’ll level your town.

I’ll wait until you think you’ve got patient and calm

then I’ll come riding in on a hydrogen bomb.

(my life for you)

V3 Johnny Walker:

One last time before we exit - ‘for the Trashman comes and wrecks it

Got this part of me - artery - and the tissue that connects

It’s pumping poison; the noise in my head is foreign like hoisin

Thoughts abandoned, damaged, stranded

Just like the bins you put toys in

Lost and found up in the attic

All the emphatic static

Covers up all of the reasons and the questions Socratic

Lifts me up - pulls you down - far enough - underground

Apocalyptic warnings forming, barely making a sound

Outro Steels: They’ve pushed you down, for your whole life/and now it’s time for them to learn.

I’ll set you high, above rank and file/And then I’ll send you out to burn.

They’ve held you down, for your whole life/and now it’s time that they learn.

I’ll set you high, above rank and file/And then I’ll send you out to burn.

I’ll set you high, above rank and file/And then I’ll send you out to burn.