whoa

stay true or stay truant
what am i to do
zooming through the screw zaboomafooing with the crew
cater me a plate of food then taser me a sabertooth
416 ‘till it’s through

lazed on the brews
pass that loot
i was raised on the blues and the abstract truth
when the world ends, we’ll all be sitting in a snapback blue jays cap and a hazmat suit
that’s backwards and it’s sad to say
we’ll be the rag tag troupe with the half mast flag salute for rappers who’ve passed away after the atom bomb
plastered vagabonds with plastic bottle bongs we brought along
we’ll sing a song for those who can’t
a drunken choir overflowing to a rant like:

"nasdaq bloomed then deflated like balloons that we shaped into a poodle and we named it and we gave it a bowl of water and some food in a room in the basement, said we wouldn’t keep it then pledged our puppy allegiance then spread the fucking disease then purchased a pack of pins acted like a accident but we don’t say what we fucking mean"

The speaker didn’t sound particularly cultured but he crushed the beat
with a passion in his voice like he was witness to the blooded leaves
he fell in love with these luxuries but underneath he saw the gluttony he saw the duchovny he had come to be
#dichotomy
he saw the comforts he had come to crave
and so someway celebrated when nuclear winter had come to stay
#namaste
i just hope we finally get some sun today
we’ll get a tan for those who can’t
a drunken choir overflowing to a postmeridian rant like:

"if jesus came back and auditioned for Idol I hope they’d give him a chance
but they’d probably just tell him his vocals didn’t go within the limits of dance-pop
then randy would be like ‘damn dogg ur a little pitchy so your passion doesn’t mean much’ then little nicki would be like ‘babe im sorry but you have to cut the beard off’ and he would be called a weirdo and the director would cut the feed off
like our deity is making us feed and we’ve driven to cutting feet off — special thanks to bernie madoff”

the speaker sounded deeper when we turned the tape off

I’m so highGoing home like toe fiveThe Phaeroes left a boat and i can row my own rideChrome to stone my own pride while it’s buried neck deepNose to nose with Nefertiti and she shows a leather leashStrangely though it was known to let you let it beHanging by your head from the ceiling with a bed sheet training for the best sleep you’ll ever get beneathDon’t call for a press releaseJust airlock me and press releaseI’m being deafened by this diatribe of destinydecorated my head with lead beads to celebrate the second weekmy fortitude is focused by a fortnightI’ll be forthright: this is torturous but I know I should show my grown sideI’m a baby trying to unbecomeborn but it’s undercutting my storm to say thunder doesn’t performI’m done with fucking conformingI’m done with running for sportI’m done with loving the world and i’m done with trusting in warIt’s folly wall to wall and it’s all they sell at the storeIf you buy a tall installment you can always sell it for moreWholesale holy grails for a two cent lordIn the truest sense of the wordIt’s the end of the world At the end of a sword

I’m so high
Going home like toe five
The Phaeroes left a boat and i can row my own ride
Chrome to stone my own pride while it’s buried neck deep
Nose to nose with Nefertiti and she shows a leather leash
Strangely though it was known to let you let it be
Hanging by your head from the ceiling with a bed sheet training for the best sleep you’ll ever get beneath
Don’t call for a press release
Just airlock me and press release
I’m being deafened by this diatribe of destiny
decorated my head with lead beads to celebrate the second week
my fortitude is focused by a fortnight
I’ll be forthright: this is torturous but I know I should show my grown side
I’m a baby trying to unbecomeborn but it’s undercutting my storm to say thunder doesn’t perform
I’m done with fucking conforming
I’m done with running for sport
I’m done with loving the world and i’m done with trusting in war
It’s folly wall to wall and it’s all they sell at the store
If you buy a tall installment you can always sell it for more
Wholesale holy grails for a two cent lord
In the truest sense of the word
It’s the end of the world
At the end of a sword

ya ya ya
no no no
time time time
slo slo slo
hi hi hi
lo lo lo
bye bye bye
go go go
snow

Why does everybody ask me where the masquerade is?

Packing stainless is for casket chasers

As it follows same as packing shades is

Rap is tainted last minute cash gimmick basket cases placed in glass encasements

I’d be happier with half the flavours; all the options have me anxious

(Baskin Robbins philosophy)

Too savage savant to bask among the Maserati marauder fleets

But I have to wager there’s gratification in passion for spaceships

After all I’m falling for an alien

I’m the only Sapien to ever get to lay with him

I’m stick and poking little English notes in with a safety pin

Only I can read the symbols so I try to keep it simple when I say to him

"I’m writing that I’ll treat you like a baby in a baby bib

And maybe the universe is only big as we say it is

I hope the language barrier doesn’t bury our relationship

You can board the mothership, I’ll grab a skateboard”

I’m on some other shit you’ll have to pay for

No head blows lead that’s a Cassius Claymore

Rap game Bad Brains is the act you came for

My cash is fading guess I’ll have to make more

I should stash away a batch of acorns

So on an overcasted day I have a vast array of snacks to take to Lakeshore

I gravitate to my imagination screen

Where Sasha Grey would masturbate to me

Where we would have a baby and we’d raise it to emasculate the scene

So when I passed away they’d have a replacement for me

Even when I’m half awake, I’m captivating half the coast

You’re titillating at most

A little taste of the flow is a dinner plate for the folks

I’ve imitated inner patience of sinners on the road

I’m understating my anger while interstating my shows

Jimmy Page of written pages/Give and take what I know

I’ve lived in the embrace of the inner pages of Vogue

0011101000101000

Internetting my woes

Cigarette in the code and it’s simulating the smoke

CD POWER CD BASS PRETTY BOY PRETTY FACE http://bit.ly/16x2uM9

The only thing that keeps me sane is thinking of rhymes

(I think it means I’m crazy)

And I’m sinking inside

I know a lot of people that are hitting the ride

know a lot of people that are hitting the ride

I know a lot of people that are living to die

A little boy swimming through a rip in the ride

I parted the red sea and took a sip of the wine

It’s fitting since it’s given me an inner divide

A split in the mind/proclivity for dissonant thought

It made me put a dick in the bride

I’m watching through a slit in the blinds

Gripping my jaw

(On a literal grind)

Put my wrist in a watch and listen to the tick and the tock of the limited time

A minute to go

I’m waiting for the nickel to drop because the bitch is a dime

(what a typical line)

A penny for your thoughts is a provision of swine

I toss it in the well and make a wish I could fly

So I can elevate away from this addiction of mine

"…the Holocene extinction can be characterized by humanity’s presence.""The Holocene extinction continues into the 21st century"

"…the Holocene extinction can be characterized by humanity’s presence."
"The Holocene extinction continues into the 21st century"