Answering Machines Songtext
von IDE

Spicy falafel, wifey the waffle
The pot roast rolls pop by the box load
Load, load crates by the dock
Wall Street sold stock
Sack stones, ruin who ruin the rap world
Matter fact last call for these jackals

Shackled by passionate assholes
Passports, all aboard there′s no class it's a crash course
I watch ′em all evolve in this gas storm
It's a standoff and I'm standoffish
Looking for a platform to stand on over my subordinates

What are the coordinates?
One out of four of us is lost in the forest
Clearly a force, Paul speaking out of corsets
Speaking of form, fortune, how the world ends
Down this road again


This is my calling, did no one answer?
Are you a rapper? Are you a dancer?
Are you a actor? Are you just standard?
Are you a bastard? Who wants to brand us?
What do I sound like? Put me on camera
Are you a fan of? You think I′m stand up?
Don′t let it get to your head, none of it matters

But some of it matters

One for the rafters

A lot of culture, my side a dose of coke
Color bold and vocal a tone
A lot of chocha, viral hoping it goes
The soldier roaming, the old omen
Rip my shirt like Hulk Hogan
Before he said that racist shit
I need a vapor hit
No vacation but I'll take a trip

Rabbit, trying to grab it
In the rabbit hole, traveling through Babylon
Dab, dabs a few bags in the carry on
So I carry on but I didn′t travel far
Far gone, energy ease my soul with a glass of Hennessy
Therapy to every beat, jealousy developing
Sound the horns when he's entering


This is my calling, did no one answer?
Are you a rapper? Are you a dancer?
Are you a actor? Are you just standard?
Are you a bastard? Who wants to brand us?
What do I sound like? Put me on camera
Are you a fan of? You think I′m stand up?
Don't let it get to your head, none of it matters

Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone

Steam torture the reaper to keep order
It′s revolving, didn't see fortune
Saw the resources reborn in a sea storm
I heard they decapitate the stowaways
Cast away, fed 'em to the fishes, watch ′em float away

Worth the weight in gold, riches slowly drain
Pray no flood while farmers pray for rain

Whose gods better the odds against us
All an incident, infinite loop forever
It′s so intimate, need conclusion
I believe in movement, keep it moving bitch

Sick of all these lunatics, luminous
They in the dark making room for this
I'm taking over
Hitting streets of Buck 30 on the BQE
I′m off pearly, sick of all the girly bullshit
It's uncertain while they let it get to the head
I keep working, searching, murking these verses