| muffinz |
[Jul. 29th, 2005|02:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  wow...more liquids? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Benefit - Disinterested Opposition | ] |
if what i'm spraying don't be thick enough,
then maybe i should switch up the cap,
take off the Pop Swatch and go back to early 90's rap,
with dialectics about being brown,
and mexican and puetro rican,
like why does a 6 foot tall black man,
stand out like a beacon,
in this city?
i'm seeking,
no i'm searching,
for the underwater knowledge sea urchin,
bout 20 feet off the cliffs on Texada,
chillin like i was in the hands of a Brazillian hair braider,
up on the beach,
out on Sao Paulo,
but i'm all about honeys in schoolgirl skirts with croquet mallets playing polo,
what the fuck, homes,
what did you do for that do for the last Rolo?
you iced a cat with a bolo?
you're crazy;
i'm half deaf from the bass clef that hit me in the left side of my temple,
with two frames of film dedicated to getting straight mental,
pulling cosmonautical journeys up through the time space cortex,
i guess i could keep going,
or get lost in the metaverbal vortex,
but i'm Goretex with level 4 Kevlar,
up in a blue mason jar,
lies the dark crystal from some other star,
shards of psychotropic space-travelled funkdust,
lead to tripmunkys boarding the Transdimentia-nil Galaxy Bus,
all aboard to the 9th Ward of the 13th Sector of the Uncharted Phase,
i'm a blaze,
up sausages,
till the morning's covered with a thick maple haze,
about to enter the brainmaze,
with swiftthought and the way that the liquid lays,
amazes me,
as the sheet gets wet,
tongues get gotten,
ready to get, on the superjet,
with billy crystal ellis dee and me,
about a quarter past 3 past your midnight,
three wake up blue moon with the three wakes and a purple light,
incandescant,
fluroessence with the blessings of a smoke buddha,
i smoked buddha with bhangbillybo and the chocolate resin bumblebee,
bout to break a booigebranch staight off the trunk of the Funklertree,
if you can see what i'm seeing,
i'm leaving,
but not on no jet plane,
bout to get quite sane with the lyrical novocaine,
bounce a train of my headwreck,
i'm a bounced check with a broken bong neck,
bongwaters in the rivers of the elephant clan,
get cleaned out like hiphop-pottamous, man,
like your protocol droids, like your 3PO,
i'm bout to rapel down the side of a building,
so watch me go,
i drink baileys and hotchocolate and liquid dose in the snow,
keeps me nice and warm and i get a good show,
lasers on the razors of the knives on the Nile,
with a smile,
as i push the button,
and all the pyramids transform,
into mechs with plasma cannons all of a sudden,
woah, next timeframe,
i'm leaving that one behind,
becoz the Reptilliaks tried to steal my mind,
but i'm ghost,
so they can't catch my ride,
and even if they tried,
i'm descended from ninjas,
so i can just str8 up hide
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