[08:48.00]We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals
[08:48.00]Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
[08:48.00]To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
[08:48.00]Top Cat chat, let's begin another yarn
[08:48.00]That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'?
[08:48.00]But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
[08:48.00]So what powers cowards to get them to the top
[08:48.00]Just to fall asleep listening to Bach?
[08:48.00]The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
[08:48.00]Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock
[08:48.00]That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
[08:48.00]They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings
[08:48.00]Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
[08:48.00]And what's the talking without the match feeling?
[08:48.00]As buried living and cherry picking
[08:48.00]Every linen from your berry system
[08:48.00]Then proceed with the pack feeding
[08:48.00]When I was young I had visions of another world
[08:48.00]Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother Hurl
[08:48.00]Incense smoke made vortices and other curls
[08:48.00]Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls
[08:48.00]I like my pancakes cut in swirls
[08:48.00]Moroccan moles and undercover squirrels
[08:48.00]I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
[08:48.00]Faith healers, ex-female ** dealers and art booms
[08:48.00]Apologize for my weird mix
[08:48.00]What taste like hot dogs and tear drips
[08:48.00]And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
[08:48.00]And smells like shotguns and deer piss
[08:48.00]They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard
[08:48.00]First part of a party, that I throw in parts
[08:48.00]One minute you're playing pool, next minute you're throwing darts
[08:48.00]But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars
[08:48.00]I run the Gambit like I'm throwing cards
[08:48.00]From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
[08:48.00]Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes
[08:48.00]Nerd game make Mandelbrot sets when we handshake
[08:48.00]A word game back up plan that can dam lakes
[08:48.00]Backup the wordplay playing at the man's states
[08:48.00]Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks
[08:48.00]And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
[08:48.00]My peers will still treat the mirror like it's a fan base
[08:48.00]The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
[08:48.00]That hovers above cities like weather men
[08:48.00]And maybe weather woman
[08:48.00]Whatever better to tell ya weather comin'
[08:48.00]I prefer girls to reign all over the world
[08:48.00]And not rain like, rain man or rain like rain dance
[08:48.00]Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's raining
[08:48.00]Or rein like deer slaves to Santa Claus sleigh man
[08:48.00]But reign like Queens that reign over made man
[08:48.00]And not Queen like Queen killer, rhapsody bohemian Queen
[08:48.00]But Queen like white glove wave hand
[08:48.00]And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
[08:48.00]So you make a fan by waving your hand
[08:48.00]I'm talking wave like you saying,"hey"
[08:48.00]Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse like you almost voiceless
[08:48.00]You gotta treat your vocal chords like it's a fortress
[08:48.00]And treat every single one of your words like reinforcements
[08:48.00]And especially when you're recording
[08:48.00]Cause that's the portion that's important
[08:48.00]When I was reporting that I was poor
[08:48.00]But now I'm more than
[08:48.00]It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots
[08:48.00]Crying shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops
[08:48.00]Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots
[08:48.00]A little scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
[08:48.00]And a hundred words for them hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop
[08:48.00]And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet that beat box
[08:48.00]So the sun rise when the beat drops
[08:48.00]And the sun dies when the beat stops...
[08:48.00]Then it unties, then it relocks
[08:48.00]Then it relapsed, then it detox
[08:48.00]Then heat back like a heat pack
[08:48.00]On his knee caps of the weak spot
[08:48.00]Cause he want what we got, like yeah
[08:48.00]Then forge poetry like a young honory Morrissey
[08:48.00]Then spit it to the golden locks thots who like their porridge all watery
[08:48.00]Not scorching nor sorbity
[08:48.00]From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
[08:48.00]Coming down gorgeously
[08:48.00]Just like a Stacey Dash waterfall
[08:48.00]A more torturing, a water boarding Barbie doll
[08:48.00]A river of women like a Brazilian Carnival
[08:48.00]Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol
[08:48.00]Somebody give them the volleyballs
[08:48.00]If you love her, don't ever send her to Mally Mall's
[08:48.00]Homie if she lonely she might end up in Macauly's claws
[08:48.00]Coming out the closet over goblets down at Madri Gras
[08:48.00]The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call
[08:48.00]My reposition was black condition of activism
[08:48.00]Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems
[08:48.00]But they're not apt to listen, unless it's dropping on Activision
[08:48.00]Are we apps or are we bodies filled with apparitions
[08:48.00]Operating applications, stuck inside a Apple prison
[08:48.00]Chicken hack and download updates that lack religion
[08:48.00]Or are we more... Than soil tainting, disloyal changelings
[08:48.00]Preoccupied with boy and Goyle chasing
[08:48.00]And foiling other's royal saintings?
[08:48.00]I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings
[08:48.00]Uhhh!
[08:48.00]Ain't nothin' to it but to do it
[08:48.00]Unless you Virgin Mary, nothin' do it but the truest
[08:48.00]Believe all that unless you Jewish
[08:48.00]Life is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus
[08:48.00]And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris
[08:48.00]The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change
[08:48.00]My chair position or conditions of my porridge
[08:48.00]Submission for sedition against the religion of a chorus
[08:48.00]Keep them golden weave thieves out the motherf**kin' forest
[08:48.00]As I perform a nerve storm
[08:48.00]I prefer my pictures in word form
[08:48.00]Bury the hatchet like how a bird born
[08:48.00]As I paint cold pictures like Kool-Aid facing condensation
[08:48.00]Having conversations with flavourful combinations
[08:48.00]Slave to my concentration
[08:48.00]So that's oj da Juiceman meets oj with two hands
[08:48.00]And two gloves, that's too snug
[08:48.00]To judge who was, who drew blood
[08:48.00]And, Lupe look at all these toucans
[08:48.00]In a cemetery full of tomahawkes
[08:48.00]Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
[08:48.00]Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
[08:48.00]Anomalies by the colony, flukes by the reservoir
[08:48.00]Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor
[08:48.00]Levitating youths who know the truth of where the fountain hides
[08:48.00]Bucaraa Roof painting tunnels onto the mountain sides
[08:48.00]A thousand parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
[08:48.00]Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
[08:48.00]Chocula Counts by the count of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
[08:48.00]Incinerator chutes and the manual for Contra
[08:48.00]Assorted memories from my childhood
[08:48.00]Absorbing energy from the wild woods
[08:48.00]Electronic combat Konami sign contract
[08:48.00]Chinese char killing cucarachas on contact
[08:48.00]Chicago spray gun aficionado
[08:48.00]Efficient spitting bridging divisions isn't Chicano
[08:48.00]Who’s the Boss? If isn't Alyssa Milano
[08:48.00]Dudikoff, ninja mission into the Congo
[08:48.00]Polarize envy of the older guys
[08:48.00]Black obi, shinobi hittin' Kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
[08:48.00]Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
[08:48.00]Sound village, Leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells
[08:48.00]Dodging rain and catching hail
[08:48.00]Faces need samurais to catch the L
[08:48.00]Special research vessels made for catching whales
[08:48.00]Filet-o-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
[08:48.00]Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell
[08:48.00]Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that never fail
[08:48.00]Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
[08:48.00]Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a steel tools
[08:48.00]To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of seal school
[08:48.00]Just like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
[08:48.00]Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool
[08:48.00]I said it feels cool to kill fools
[08:48.00]Slipping through the cracks like when you try to grill gruel
[08:48.00]Take no Viking water bottle and not following pill rules
[08:48.00]Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
[08:48.00]Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
[08:48.00]Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews
[08:48.00]Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes whenever his quill moves over your meal
[08:48.00]You simple as a Buddhist monk in a temple standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
[08:48.00]Real still til he realizes his realness
[08:48.00]Defeat Samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance