http://www.zshare.net/audio/14725815aa953389/
July 08' ish
Yea, every man see them Sail to Byzantium
For those that can't see him, they lost man leave him
Transparent, transceiving no hand lever on the hand receiver
The signal gets weaker
Sales of street polymer gels that form hardened shells that repel
Interrogative drills in the torture cell
Sounds like Hell, not exactly
Rap for me, this human's cavity interacts with me
Blood, liver and lungs, external viscera thugs
Cutting me up with glitter covered gloves
I ran out the building, ran to the building where I parked
WHY my children not in the car?
I am not unraveling. I am calm.
I staying at Bigelow Arkansas obeying the law, playing GRAW
They ask questions with Russian like aggression from the on screen projector
What is your intention?
Moratorium? I got four of them, meet me in the auditorium
I'ma show you how to talk to them
Right handed MC, who used to be lefty
When direction don't effect me, my spotter corrects me
Open the eyelid, check behind him like crazy Ivan on the coastliner
Psilocybin crazy rhyming
With 3rd Density binding, galactic plane timing
The Pleistocene is rising, I cannot describe it.
Lavatory tidy and quaint, brand new paint.
Laboratory, huge, sprawling. Brand new warheads.
Space fronts line up face front.
Base jump, enter the waste dump, complete Phase 1.
Bone shards scattered all over the boneyard
We low crawl paying no attention to our nose at all
I see the beast pupil size increase
Seen it grab somebody off the street. Bite and release.
I decrease my silhouette. Try to lay flat
Zero in with a chest and a neck in a sec.
Take a breath than hold it, but only for a moment
Stay focused on your first one, it'll be your last soldier
Woke up in the Infirmary, here's your papers.
Thank us for your service, young man, see you later
Cardboard papers signs
"I WILL EAT RHYMES THREE TIMES A DAY IF YOU COULD ONLY SPARE ME A DIME"
Real Hip Hop spitting, that's how I'm living
I mount my weapon like I mount my women
Intercept, correct beats, sleep search collect and keep
If I like it let's meet next week
The mind of a weirdo, it's not really clear where he goes
Nobody here really knows...
Everybody here wanna ask questions, don't pay attention to the messenger
LISTEN TO THE MESSAGE!!!
father author poor pauper born as a microphone monster
nowayasway89 3 years ago 25
I continue to listen to this track. This man is the greatest lyricist I have ever heard. It will be tough to surpass his skills. Peace.
wgbarnes101 2 years ago 24