hail mary, full of her son's supper just swam the channel, hit land plumb tuckered spic span, big fan of your music the truth is, I didn't ask the bands if I could use it face it, it all comes down to labels and greed all I've got's fables and stables of feed and an Anglophilic feelin', ain't learnt the slang, but willin' jack tar - part hero, part villain smart, chillin' - charm disarmed the armor or aura is karma to the Aurora Borialis (or farther) Broker than a broke with a pence and a farthing working for the rent, food, and car thing rather be a bent dude starving, and do what I'm made to than naked and famous to say what I'm paid to - one minute, hate becomes love if you're feelin' what I'm feelin' then put your mugs up cheers, bitches!

this holy solar cataclysm blanketing my vision depth is wrangling my senses in a deprivation tank derision step into the sanctum of 'it isn't what it might appear' where bent prisms reflect a light through never-ending mirrors I'ma travel down a rabbit hole, diminish into miniature beginning inquisitions into 'which path is the finisher?' "get back" like Lennon and them when the tempurature is threatening the ledge don't know your vertigo perspective's disconnected we tread limbo like our back's to the floor, asking for more grasping toward heaven, while our tracks are headed fast to the door poured from the cast of the explorer, Jack is naturally fascinated cracked the case that made him in a fraction of his maturation that's the way to act on passion! blasted past the lazy asses graduated 'master craftsman', never needed acting classes white, black, asian, latin: strike back! fight the major status quo the category separation status has to go if broke, exasperated "joe average" is sewn into your fabric grab your scrotum sack and show that you're a pro down to the protoplasm Jackie rip like "Drunken Master" split bamboo stick you get bodied in the alley, I'm Confusious with this music on some "now we chillin' Cali with Davu" shit - on some true grit on some 'I got all this legacy I don't know what to do with' all these Brutuses, and Olive isn't stupid, but she's clueless so I pack a pipe of spinach with the goons and stay reclusive keep it moving with producers, keep it tuned to 'channel b-boy' got the kung-fu to exude a deeper hue than Bruce Lee Roy he caught a bullet in his teeth now it's a never-ending Russian roulette when he speaks we didn't plan it, but the damage is done the plants are rooted, they ain't moving, the advantage is won no need to brandish a gun! son, I don't even speak Spanish, thug, wannabe, or hunter - prey run for cover, duck, or vanish one-handed mic-bonded blood-brother gripper some? branded price/money tongue - 'trust fund spitter' landed in the front from the back like nothing happened then you noticed that it's Jack and it sinks in that you've been lapped due to the fact that it's a tilted axis, bills control the masses hasn't been a cat this class-action since Robin stole the taxes thing prolapse, some grow back - time's proof of our decay I mutter truth and keep the photo booth on shutter-speed delay gutterfeed skullduggery that hovers like a mothership incredibly alive, blurry eyes steady on some other shit the 'ready pop' is plenty hot, if empty thought's your quest or not this destiny telepathy's a distant, destination plot trajectory so skeptics ought to give the trough and crest a shot wave rollercoaster blood vessel that's never meant to clot

something erupted from the back of the collective voices asking that those acting for us better make some better choices in the daily decisions they've groomed themselves to delegate whenever heaven/hell's at stake, the faith be dropping hella weight! with nobody to tell it straight, they sell it through the telestrator how you take the bait creates a well-debated melon fader save the exterraneous tidbits for the bonus features intellegence has grown and we've shown that you'll never own us, either this music's free as we existing now proclaim to be I've painted alibis outside of boxes, you ain't framin' me I'm rockin' over cosmic slop like paint daubs on drop cloths Doves transmitting via satellite talking to gods the hotter the sauce the more proper the protein even though the broccoli tastes too good not to go green surviving in the wild means your muscle mass is so lean one could overdose from a tablespoon of codeine we made it for the movies but we did it from behind the camera captured the shadows' soul and lit it so it shined as manna fractured the former whole and measured every shard as equal enlisted unlimited splinters, to star in sequels they set the bar unequal, far as the money route might as well move to Philly, heard it's always sunny out actors like to run they mouth - stayin' in charicature we'll call you if we need to fill the role of amateur don't call us, though - proclaiming major gusto trying to make your mark, up against the wall with rusto energy's a must though, it's a rush to find the balance of the right amount of passion with the right amount of talents sure, a slight amount of malice might encapsulate your bastard state just don't become a fashion plate for rich old men to masturbate it has to take a pride desperation overrides let's try a second take this time with fully focused, open eyes

I'm a hard rock rolla with guitar slap feedback bar talk geez rap, scratch being that beat back blast it, rattling the rafters with the reverb language so dense that you potentially can see words not to mention the combustion of the green herbs which ain't nothin' new, you heard how we do in P-burgh blood thick as two brothers from Manchester born to live the dream, so they started a band together fuckin' rock stars, cocky as they make 'em the hardest way to stardom is to start it in your basement a check ain't the only way of payment if you live it, so nuff respect given to the pure scientific a work ethic and hunger is better than nepotism any hustle can snatch the money, I'm in it for depth and wisdom uspeakable, methods that's unteachable checking the outer edges that they said were unreachable leaking from the head with words that pour blessed check Rakim, Red, KRS ignore the rest lock in, aim, fire flames that scorch hot see I'ma still drop whether I perform or not went from hip-hop to rock, around '98 or so the tick-tock didn't stop, I just played 'em both Dan, on the other hand, traded his tape collection we weren't roomates yet, or I wouldn't have let him, but I got a lot of musical knowledge from that dude one of two other brothers with a 624 tattoo Once it all comes crumbling to pieces some will start to rot and some will try to see Jesus some will join collective thought and further the progression the world ain't ending til we learn some better lessons cuz I've had it with pretending assimilation is cool I'ma sabotage your water cooler, piss in your pool start a counter-culture following but never sweat control give it up to the gods of sex, drugs & rock-n-roll the devil's got ahold of my ankle, I can't let it slow me "where the safe? show me, homie"

she flies back today, drives maybe? just yesterday, she accidentally slipped into my dreamsape unexpected and I haven't had the chance to say goodbye - she's had plenty, but the 'hello' was pre-empted, so the parting passes empty I don't have a bitter bone to whittle down to brittle still, the organs underneath are somehow still bruised through the middle it'll pass, and days will tolerate a fraction of my effort then my boomerang subconsciousness would have us back together so stupid! so music is a tool to reflect they say the most beautiful stories come from pain and neglect one runs, one stays stunned - takes love as it comes one day maybe I'll be able to say 'thanks for the lumps' until then, I have the confidence she knows I'll succeed & there's still an ocean full of 'plenty other fish in the sea' so how the hell'd she hook me? one look, and I know maybe I'll see her out in Brooklyn when I'm doing a show... it's never easy, I knew she'd never need me but she caught me when I just happened to be hooked on believing these days, I just gasp for a splash reminisce past, and wish she didn't have to throw me back and I don't know why I'm still like this after two years I tell myself that it was real, and this is just how truth feels something just sticks. and I guess I like it stuck I hope she knows I truly wish her all the world in the luck when it sucks, it just sucks. but it's all good quite a lot I've got a broken open stutter vocal lock on the box and where it's stored is as important as forging this career we might've never had it right, but I liked the idea and it was nice that I saw lightning in my life and only got charred got a current I could count on, and some moments that were ours plus unquestionable confidence - the next hook that I bite will be devoured with such certainty, won't put up a fight I had a nibble since that didn't mix, now focused on the music biz figure, from this point on maybe wait until I'm rich I want her to see me on tv like she said she saw me to keep me in deep sea (repeat chorus x 2)

son of: Sam, a bitch, Berzerk the plan was worse than skipping church we understand the Earth came first, \ while your rituals stick to the scripture verse and your literal bids for control of the kids the soul betwixt lies in a crticial tryst existence mixed in a mesh of a marketing gimmick a fixed political system, and a rich division doesn't really sound like the holy trinity of my religion I'm wholy infinite and timeless, as the wisest of us knew as well get out of the get up, kid and admit the system was designed for you to fail nowhere to go but up from the garbage pail, kid and yet we still dirty when support or dissent against our national defense can make me kill worthy? while the Holy Roman Empire is still working, and I'm unemployed if it comes down to survival of the fittest, head for the bunker, boys! my 5 digits don't care about your zip code, yo I'm comin' to get it the revolution can't be bought with a subscription - it's something within us it's company business to numb the kids out of thinking - quick jump in and start swimming, cuz it's official the ship is sinkin - shit! slight hope, tight rope fire lighter, high, fixated on wires sly twisted, slope rider, grit, grip with fingertip pliers fly lingual, single dive pilot under a clouded sky guise around him lie satellites launched from grounded spies with a thousand eyes Solipsist - I hide in the depths of the ocean during low tide the water eroded to show shallow MCs washed up, posed in a nose dive those rhymes don't phase me, yo - equates to low doses of bromide and it's "go time" - tried to take it to the limit but never got to know mine gave a nickel for a shoe shine and a tip, dude just spit on my kicks the buddha pictured pistol to temple exemplifies why I do this the definition of existential, outwardly connected sensory reception range explains my method of expression strange, but technical - brain trained in the makings of a rebel learned to levitate, communicate with death, and snatch the pebble ask the devil or your lord and savior - they're the final answer holders trying to call the shots, perched from their spots on my opposite shoulders...

here's a little crackle for your static, the enemy's autocratic the chemistry is telepathy, energy's automatic pretend to be at my level and the lasers might incinerate ya magnetic waves that may obliterate your saved data eliminate your twitter reputation, and replace it with a little wooden cuckoo on an hourly rotation patient, with a bookoo arrangement of different flavors all the overflow creates a slop I'm saving for the haters when I'm craving a creative fix, I "stick it in my veins" life's a Swamp Song - I'm only happy when it rains you're like some cattle on the plains, staying happy to graze I started rattling my chains and made it out of the maze I wasn't bowing to the praise or the manipulative ways I'm from the days of "who can turn the most rediculous phrase?" talking a coded language, from a different planet than Wayne's where we were trained to sharpen, rather than to damage our brains kinda strange, but the world could use it he isn't just another white boy making music but he is a European-American Earth resident who voted for the first black President now when focus is the focus, the unnoticed gets exposure and the modus operandi is more easily decoded give a meter to a poet and he'll show you how to trip over it tip-toe vocal spit, grippin' like rubber to roadstrip it takes a pro to know it's buried in your protazoa slow the flow to fill a quota? no - we toggle choke n' motor ten counts of readiness, we zen mountain steady sit to cleanse amounts of guess and doubt and then spout the heavy shit this mic ain't ever had a chance from the jump if this ain't true classic material then answer me somethin' when: the gauges pass inspection, and the page is that connected and the new wave spits shit played out like a beta max collection reference we bobby digital, but bless the true and live it view the essence that is given through perspective on our vision one time for your mind, one time "you wanna try me? first you'd better learn how to rhyme"

grazing in the lazy, 'love the way you kick it, baby' now lick it to seal it and light it along the length 'said the shotgun to the head' "yo I'm cool - you can clip it" how many hits does it take to get to the center of anywhere? patterns in the thickness of the exhalation in that we could stare at clouds for hours, not moving an inch that's why it burns slow, and turns the world kaleidoscopic and why the government's gotta declare war on a plant what I've learned from the last bushel I've burned is tantamount to spending $80,000 on a college degree blazin', under-educated, not giving a fuck academia don't know the half on how to get down like we "roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it" can even have you flowing to some non-linear vocals where the rhymes are off but poets know the rules were meant to be broken, so listen this one only rides the rhythm and doesn't really require much else just "fire up that funk!" get perpendicular to preconception let the hypnotic control your wandering spirit find me sitting on the top of a mountain high and mighty enlightened, singing with Mother Earth while others simply stumble dumb and mutter the words

just say the word, and lights go out in blinding static in your area throughout the magic patterns of our psychotropic stare and the peripheral circumference - like the grid that's grainy in your vision clicking like the rhythm of your brain when you begin to listen tripping off the dual way that a wave can make itself displayed fractals gladly frayed since some old Prankster spiked the kool-aid and "time keeps on slipping, slipping" slipping in and out of rationality and purgatory I might walk that line, but this mentality is working for me salary by day, but rock the galleries and lounges patrons don't support the talents, to the wages need to balance from the stage, it's like a blend of Zen and enemies to rage against mental sketches rendered 'fore the writing on the page commence bent - as if I'm sketching out the borders of the shadows of the letters of the lines that have divinely teleported, traveled forcefully through exit portals coursing through my nervous system expertise of intake rid to implement the words given and twist them over instruments - best to be the grin, reflected sinister to savor the insanity whenever the solution is administered left to being solo in the open in a field with only echoes is the only way to know that we are limitless... I conjure necromantic words that when heard will dent, blur, or crystalize Portishead "rip" or distort static like them Philly guys my eyes are more than meets Transformers, buzzing in my cortex ear hammers drum as humming echoes through the vortex and there's something of a missed, distant communication stuck between my molars and my memory, and I don't give a fuck so you can mutter all your 'Generation eXcess' stuff in my direction fuzziness from drugs has plugged the most central connection I've built it up, so bullshit gets deflected to saliva glands I spit so you won't notice how continually high I am focused on the wires and the fire in my center stokes my kindling to know that folks are liars with their own agenda rise like the tides when our satellite rock is swollen wise like the guides of the ages who are holding down the pages as the wind shifts through its phases on a monthly basis take it with the eyes the spirits gave us 'fore it all erases.

C'mon! you gotta be crazy i'm on it you made me give praise to a god too iconic gone are the days we bought it wide-eyed amazed, afraid to raise a little doubt like maybe pastor didn't know what he was talking about like maybe casting calls are plaster when your master calls the shots so i'm a purga-tortured bastard made of alabaster and snot puttin' cats on blast like glasnost - half past a monkey's uncle upright still druggin' our knuckles rockin' a half-tuck and a trucker buckle unlike the wu-tang clan, this man is somethin' to fuck with keep on cut copy the come-up while i find new designs to come up with like what's this? word? you've never heard of the verve and weren't sure he could murder it, but heaven's to murgatroid he destroyed it with little encouragement disturbed nourishment works if it's earnest to be honest, the perks reverse when you're immersed in the emersion no one said it was gonna be perfect when jerk went to work with it he ain't afraid to get his hands dirty with the working stiffs like only non-commissioned make enlisted listen pardon the opinion but "you either with us, or you isn't" this is some combust ignition thrust precision cut for instance indigenous innards synged indignant from history's ignorance brace yourself you're feeling guilty cuz you never wanna face yourself i mostly lace self-doses of a shell toe diagnosis overlooking signals tripping down a brick road yellow piss coated and dismal over-ridden with the sickly in the gutters we all must bear our crosses, mine just fits me more than others native zen hippie religion fixed the christian and the bixby within me and learned how quickly whiskey could turn it all into mince meat give life the kitchen sink so day to day mine's kinda grimy time's so tied up that i hired a stunt-double for when suckers try me i'm holding down my city like wylie with new inventions like sending true intentions via golden triangle bike messages or fuzzed out '96 northern soul instrumentals talked to god through richard ashcroft and he told me not to settle tapped his phone box back when i rocked hip-hop tapes in the boombox like i still do but it's iPods and Serrato 'stead of do nots while the mildew of the sit-still nothing doers drips through sewers oozing guess you couldn't knock 'em for believing what they're spewing you could block 'em out your consciousness, but distance is an interesting principle therefore knowing who you're NOT is pretty simple i'm on a train of thought toward brain rot make it stop but take it from the origins of hip-hop if you're gonna bother i fucks with EpMd AND Zapp and Roger more to bond thoughts into subtle double entendre 007 homages that sort of Connery cunning, the artful dodger snatched your parcel, turned and darted fore you even started running, sonny your pocket money's been replaced with THIS mixtape one hell of a relevant sell as well as a piss take tell 'em all the swellest rappers held aspects of magic and go listen to my CD if you didn't know you had it I'm working in the attic where the static crackles cleaner and the vocals lace the track to break the shackles of of my rap demeanor cuz either it's ME in-between or some possessed poetic spirit stealing somebody's dreams i stopped running from the demons while i'm sleeping, left me less rested with headaches from the tenstion and a psyche that's uneven the dead weight started breathing in the deepest corner region but i'm not another's keeper and i can't afford to feed him he was feverish and eager so i put him to work now he monitors the heaven that escapes from my Earth there's been a myriad of devils that have sworn to be my breatheren but their horns made me a skeptic, learned to question their intentions found it better to befriend them since we shared the same irreverence but i don't know what to do about their never-ending presence fuck the questions and the constant disappointment in life all the shit still comes out, if it don't come out right the beats and rhymes

and I still remember it like it was yesterday the 4th graders breakin' on the recess cement trading back lines of la-di-da-di, in awe of the human beatbox whodini talked about cheap friends, and when the freaks flock I wanna cover that when I'm on the mic you younger motherfuckers rap about whatever you like I wasn't worried that I wasn't the competitive type and that I never dug the buzz of the repetitive hype I'd rather focus on my only life and getting it right wrap my head tight so I can sleep better at night let my gut grow along with the days and the overload, it weighs more at this age and the exposure's slowed many times I've gazed along the open road many times many lines like this get missed when the head is set to catch the funky riff now I get that you had to have travelled to hear the words right that's when it occured to me to step into the light many times I've wandered how much there is to know one thing time can't take away is the pursuit of full experience and learning every day searching for a life worth living and a story told know when to bet big / know when to fold I live for my dream, and a pocket full of gold from grade school to 95 at Pitt it wasn't standard practice frat boys were clowning on the backpackers white dudes that liked rap were frowned on and called names then eminem dyed his hair blonde, and it all changed maybe it was dr. dre's praise that did it but that dude could rip it something sick, we all had to admit it then everything was internet and everyone was soon legit mommy's credit card could buy equipment and a press kit this is where I start to sound grumpy in my old age but it'll never be better than in the old days seems I'm hearing that a lot, matter fact, not saying it's my job to bring it all back

it's time to "go go gadget" get it in a minute like I'm desperate dare to be great, trusting fate but working late without a respite is my blueprint weightless? Too smooth of a hue to smudge the pages doing what the 'keep it true' have done for ages from the stages comin' up & underrated, hurry up and say you knew him first not sayin' he's the man but he's the master of his universe 3rd person's for jerks, conserved - earnin' the perks deserved, learning what works, heard herbs turnin' out worse occured, blurting a verse could give birth to the next styles so I'm down in the studio longer than persian textiles cold sombre reptiles, behold the truest sonic fusion skewing time and future with an audible illusion Eno he know Martin, U2, you know he knows new music so I do it hoping he'd approve of my using it hip-hop flirting with youth, must be a mid-life crisis realizing me & this beat are now the same age as I write this it hits close to home, home slice, when it's nice fuck the hype, yo it ain't Coca Cola, it's rice cut the mic, sike I'm fusing with the feedback and I need that I'm as talented as Mr. Ripley is, kid, believe that I only listen to Mos, DOOM, Black, & Blu still difinitively fucks with Definitive Jux too plus a major lazer shout-out to that dude CX Kidtronix you should do a beat and get me and Jay Electronica on it I could vomit out a lot of common culture crap but I don't spend enough time reading magazines at malls for that heard tv on the radio playing in American Apparel couldn't register the raw, staring at sterile sheep's cloothing, a wolf like me sees phases of the moon as psychic couldn't regulate my jaw from mouthing "god I like it" Lord, save us something soon if there's a thing to save I ponder mortality and give thanks for every single day I don't give a damn where this ranks on or below the surface it's keeping me from going crazy, so it's worth it.