Lyrics:
shames and lies
Like a novel´s end of story
The daughter found the father
The mother lost his son
The wife has disengaged
The anthropologist is
study pictures of a flying disc
Right on earth, anthropologists are finding shit
Visitors, probably live with us
They can mimic us
It's sort of what
throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists I preserve in my dome
Niggas' mics is full of silicone, spot's blown
An anthropologist he wrote a book
He called it, "Myths of Heaven"
He's disappeared, his wife is all distraught
An angel came and got him
His hair was light, his
anthropologists are findin? shit
Visitors, probably live with us, they can mimic us
It's sort of what we seein? in the cinemas
Take a look in the mirror
And see
In 1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe.
and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
With knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin' this
Some of the things that I know will
and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
With knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin' this
Some of the things that I know will
and Yang's a fight you'll never win
I study humans, that makes me an anthropologist
I'm not into politics but I know it's dark times
Parts of the world
Frozen statues
Bursting into life
Restless statues
Unable to fly
Anthropologists on Mars
Confused by what they see
Worlds within worlds
around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
and all weekend
Can't remember the last time I saw my friends
Don't think I can take much more of this
In the stockroom, I feel like an anthropologist
I
Why don't you want to meet me anymore
In museums full of culture
Anthropologists are waiting at the door
To see your face when you walkin'
When
anthropologist, and with the hand of Artemis
I felt fingers form freedom's chance in my grasp
Freedom like chemo killin all the cancer I had
The devil pullin on me
all super-charged like this
Bouncing up and down like a bunch of grass-hoppers
The one observing the crowd like an anthropologist
From inside this big
anthropologists to find
I hope that no animals mind
I am trying to do my job
I am eating corn on the cob
Do not rob me of my hobby, do not rob me of my life
Do not
a barrel or a can in a bin
I'ma... mental nigga
Bare bones scare a medical professional and embolden anthropologists
Apologies to no one in particular adept
as long
You're growing
Part seas lead fleets
Like Moses
Opthamologist
Focal focused
Hippopotamus
How I'm floating
Anthropologists
Mind stays open
the finger at us, to say we endanger all
I ain't no anthropologist but that don't make no sense
It's just, the ones you place in them cages will break
shit be sinkin' in WOW
Bring it in I feed the crowd while they listenin'
Hip-Hop novelist, sound anthropologist
Boombap Sinatra rap man's demolish this
I
of the DNA matches the black mattress
Couple psychics and an anthropologist checkin the blackness
Both convinced x-file or magic what's so fuckin tragic
I seen
anthropologist
Did you know that rice contains a lot of estrogen?
Hello old friends
It's been a while
What a great diner to sit and talk awhile
About our days in
the bucket list
I felt the past come alive like an anthropologist
The air grew dank and the sky became grim
I looked around my shoulder, thank god no Angus
the line i became an anthropologist looking at the ways
Of all the outside lookin in on the life that we love
Somewhere along the line i became
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