To all my relations all across the globe
          we're calling down the earth when the moon
          gets low
         To all my relations all across the globe
         we're calling down the earth when the moon
         gets low
 
   Refrain: (2X) Yeah, regardless, we're the artists
                 we're the farthest
                 upon the point of no return, this is our ship
                 There is no going back, yes we're all in
                 Said it's time to hear the earth
                 Yes she's calling 
  You can't kill me, yes I'm just so alive
   And I can see thru your disguise, nice try
  Bastards of war, tryin to master the craft
  of the “yes, yes, ya'll,”
  Well ain't get that call!
  Tryin to claim king, castle in carnival of carnivores
  practicing the art of war,
  will get your life force distorted contorted whack
  and I can tell by your swag, you don't really know that.
 
  So I'mma lean back, brim cap tight low
  spit these secret tones slick, jam you nuclear codes
  Your military mindset is minimal to my step
  All up over your grave-stones
  then dig up your gray bones
  And smoke them, till Dionysus comes home
  Come one
 
   Global Economic Collapse
   Fuck That!
   Global Economic Collapse
   Fuck That!
   Global Economic Collapse
   Fuck That!
   Global Economic Collapse
   Fuck That! 
   Brick by Brick, Wall by Wall
   We gonna see what grows when the city falls
   Brick by Brick, Wall by Wall
   You wanna see what grows when the city falls?
   Brick by Brick, Wall by Wall
   I wanna see what grows when the city falls! 
   You can't kill me
    Oh yes, I'm already dead
    In death there's a life that's why over your head
    Kinda like satellites, or the spirit of the shining path
    lost in the jungle, finding shamans at last
    Watch Anonymous laugh,
    backspin thru the ether, land in a B-Boy stance at shinny diners
   “I'll take a pizza burger and fries”
    Contemplate the demise
   of late market capitalism
   As I look into your eyes, little grrrl
   Me and you should leave this world
   Get a full tank of gas, epinephrine and some weed
   Put this car into flight because together we will see
   Intergalatic Supreme Mathematic Upper Echelon
   Patterns
   Yes, and it's apparent
   Politics picks apart the personal populace
   on the side of the cops
   So from the block to the page to the center of the   stage
   LIVE FREE!