Mural

Album: Tetsuo and Youth (2015)
  • We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals
    Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
    To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
    Top cat chat, let's begin another yarn
    That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
    But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
    So what powers cowards to get them to the top
    Just to fall asleep listening to bach?
    The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
    Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock
    That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
    They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings

    Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
    And what's the talking without the match feeling?
    As buried living and cherry picking
    Every linen from your berry system
    Then proceed with the pack feeding
    When I was young I had visions of another world
    Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother hurl
    Incense smoke made vortices and other curls
    Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls
    I like my pancakes cut in swirls
    Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels
    I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
    Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
    Apologize for my weird mix
    What taste like hot dogs and tear drips
    And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
    And smells like shotguns and deer piss
    They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard
    First part of a party, that I throw in parts
    One minute you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts
    But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars
    I run the gambit like I'm throwing cards
    From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
    Paint cold pictures like nova scotia landscapes
    Nerd game make mandelbrot sets when we handshake
    A word game back up plan that can dam lakes
    Backup the word play playin' at the man's states
    Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks
    And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
    My peers will still treat the mirror like it's a fan base
    The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
    That hovers above cities like weather men
    And maybe weather woman
    Whatever better to tell ya weather comin'
    I prefer girls to reign all over the world

    And not rain like, rain man or rain like rain dance
    Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's raining
    Or rein like deer slaves to santa claus sleigh man
    But reign like queens that reign over made man
    And not queen like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
    But queen like white glove wave hand
    And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
    So you make a fan by waving your hand
    I'm talking wave like you saying "hey"
    Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse like you almost voiceless
    You gotta treat your vocal chords like it's a fortress
    And treat every single one of your words like reinforcements
    And especially when you're recording
    Cause that's the portion that's important
    When I was reporting that I was poor
    But now I'm more than
    It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots
    Crying shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops
    Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots
    A little scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop
    And a hundred words for them hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop
    And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet that beat box
    So the sun rise when the beat drops
    And the sun dies when the beat stops
    Then it unties, then it relocks
    Then it relapsed, then it detox
    Then heat back like a heat pack
    On his knee caps of the weak spot
    Cause he want what we got, like yeah

    Then forge poetry like a young honory morrissey
    Then spit it to the golden locks thots
    Who like their porridge all watery
    Not scorching nor sorbity
    From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
    Coming down gorgeously, just like a stacey dash waterfall
    A more torturing, a water boarding barbie doll
    A river of women like a brazilian carnival
    Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol
    Somebody give them the volleyballs
    If you love her, don't ever send her to mally mall's
    Homie if she lonely she might end up in macauly's claws
    Coming out the closet over goblets down at madri gras
    The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call
    My reposition was black condition of activism
    Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems
    But they not after listens, unless it's dropping on activision
    Are we apps or are we bodies filled with apparitions
    Operating applications, stuck inside a apple prison
    Chicken hack and download updates that lack religion

    Or are we more, than soil tainting, disloyal changelings
    Preoccupied with boy and goyle chasing
    And foiling other's royal saintings?
    I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings
    Uh!
    Ain't nothin' to it but to do it
    Unless you virgin mary, nothin' do it but the truest
    Believe all that unless you jewish
    Life is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus
    And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris
    The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change
    My chair position or conditions of my porridge
    Submission for sedition against the religion of a chorus
    Keep them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

    As I perform a nerve storm
    I prefer my pictures in word form
    Bury the hatchet like how a bird born
    As I paint cold pictures like kool-aid facing condensation
    Having conversations with flavorful combinations
    Slave to my concentration
    So that's oj the juiceman meets oj with two hands
    And two gloves, that's too snug
    To judge who was, who drew blood

    And, lupe look at all these toucans
    In a cemetery full of tomahawkes
    Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
    Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
    Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
    Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor
    Levitating youth so know the truth of where the fountain hides
    Bucaraa roof painting tunnels onto the mountain sides
    A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
    Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
    Chocula counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
    Incinerated shoes and the manual for contra
    Assorted memories from my childhood
    Absorbing energy from the wild woods
    Electronic combat konami sign contract
    Chinese char killing cucarachas on contact
    Chicago spread an aficionado
    Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in chicano
    Who's the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
    Dudikoff, ninja mission into the congo
    Polarize envy of the older guys
    Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
    Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
    Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells
    Dodging rain and catching hail
    Faces need samurais to catch the l
    Special research vessels made for catching whales
    Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
    Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell
    Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that never fail
    Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
    Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a steel tools
    To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of seal school
    Just like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
    Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool
    I said it feels cool to kill fools
    Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to grill gruel
    Take no viking water bottle and not following pill rules
    Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
    Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
    Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews
    Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes
    Whenever his quill moves over your meal you
    Simple as a buddhist monk in a temple
    Standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
    Real still til he realizes his realness
    Defeat samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea Writer/s: ALAIN MICHAEL HENRI MION, JAMAL JOHNSON, WASALU JACO
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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