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"