Tired Atlas - Madlib, OH No, The Professionals

Been through a Carter, Reagan, two Bushes, and a Clinton

Changes with Obama, and now we got a Trump trippin'

But I’m more interested in the Franklins

'Cause the more we get invested up the rankings

And I ain’t no growner, shit, I can’t flush money

Birds be chirpin', can’t do the hush money

Off of that dust money?

I’ll dust money

Ice cold, had that face leakin' out slush puppies

Kim un pushed nukes, Putin changed the vote booths

Police ain’t got patience, they just wanna fuckin' shoot

Anybody black, that’s a fact, and it’s terrible

Livin' inside a era that’s Eric bringin' that terror through

Fighting all of these battles, tryna break the barricades

We do it 'cause our grandparents' parents were a pair of slaves

This is what I’m cut from, this is how a nigga’s made

I’ll act civilized once I feel a nigga’s paid

To the cradle 'till I’m layin' cold stiff in a grave

Specificially in the ocean, all that mixin', I be shiftin' weights

It be a tsunami everyday, got the people all enraged

I got the globe on my back

People don’t even know how to act

I got the globe on my back

Runnin' through space, been doin' laps

I had to put it down for a minute

Weight of the world so heavy, go ahead and try to lift it

This is your world, this is your world

Your world, this is your world

Look at 'em, shook like an earthquake

Sinkholes pullin' cars, livewatching earth break

Little bass frequencies, this is how the earth shake

Too many broken people, not enough work space

Not enough Cloud space, livin' in a loud place

Greek control the world not enough now-face

Mugshot, wow-faced, throw in the towel face

Life here to beat you up, leave a bloody foul taste

Close-range action, long-range sharpshooter

Pipebomb-packin' hackers at a computer

Trollin' through the traffic

Thumbprint unlockin', algorithm magic

Streets in the net poppin', fully automatic

Spam in the webwatchin'

Every transaction like the corner with the narc plottin'

That’s as hot as volcanic lava rock spewin' often

I got the globe on my back

People don’t even know how to act

I got the globe on my back

Runnin' through space, been doin' laps

I had to put it down for a minute

Weight of the world so heavy, go ahead and try to lift it

This is your world, this is your world

Your world, this is your world

The fuck is going on with niggas out here, man?

I don’t know what to do anymore,

man, I had to call Mike.

What’s going on, son?

Y’all killin' me out here, man

You must be out of your motherfuckin' mind.

Hit the deck.

Seargant.

Now for a good, clean.

*gunshots* blast