[Verse 1]

I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep

I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete

People are made of match sticks, life is bred of flames

Noted the craft work bore the last smirk of the Damien mainframe

My boxcar siphons third rail juice from lost poets

Inhabit ocean bottom with a bin of rotten scapegoat pardons

(Note to self:)

Don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies

Where participants squeeze in last giggle then widdle sacrificial finales

I can tie my bootlaces alone, save the knee deep offerings

Sorta brings you coughing bunk persona to light

I might, Build anti-malignant railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent

Just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the station

What should we do with a thousand drunken sailors?

"Kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer:"

(Dear Sir or Madame, your son or daughter's embarrassed humankind

Consuming booze and gut-fuel, till their cruise had crossed the line)

I spin gold

He bats a dirty lash toward the nursery class act impressionable bubble

(Y'all could've been more subtle when polluting paradise gene puddle)

Man, huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm trying to school sheep

Toward the right idea, see ya...

[Verse 2]

This basic divine subsidiary buffs gunner syllable logic, fold origami

Plantation shut

Does this picket fence hang on to your dreams kitten?

You'll probably never hear this song

Let alone sip the mission long enough to listen

[Interlude]

I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the filter down to space

Now I'ma roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face

Now if you were to alter masks every time fame circus approaches

Do you really think your maker wouldn't notice? (Think about it)

[Verse 3]

Okay, I've died a thousand, and I'll die a thousand more

I leave footprints in fours, two for bipeds, two more to break the door

You can practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery

Brothers and sisters mothering stickler cabinet, mad and shit

I'll fix your wing for a penny and a parable

Yeah, but this friendship sunk with a barrel full of tarots pulled

Snake eyes harbor bad shiners

Then wonder why the cauldron sitting at the their rainbows ending

Rocks garbage bag liners (Garbage bag liners)

(I sat to breathe) Adam and Even without the Apple seed's useless

(I sat to breathe) Bashful boredom crafts a castle out of toothpicks

(I sat to breathe) I breathed too hard nearly, metamorph castle loose pins

Now I stand to breath as not to disturb the plumage

And I know that sob story, it no longer turns my stomach

Hollering wolf in the form of one frustrated culprit

Caught a love tap full of washed up stardom, melted trying to milk it

Win a ticket to ride white lines highway sideways knelt it, smelt it

One love to the rungs in my ladder, one love to the gathering of

Laughter baths that hung from my rafters

See the jackal met the badger, they were both such fucking bad asses

That clashing wouldn't make sense (Hence my tape deck)

Now I ain't gonna name names, and I ain't gonna drag others in

But I ain't about to say that I'm the only cat you got bubbling

You're lucky (True), somehow you've managed to befriend some good people

Who will sit and soak the evils you secrete, but why? I'm not really sure

[Interlude]

Knock knock. Fuck off. Kicking his lip across the floor

'til the archival vinyl venom soak the lure

Anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery burners

Fusing a million majesty murders, then stole your crown

[Verse 4]

Oh wait, that's right, you discovered me right?

Offered up the peace pipe

Then oh, it's all cotton candy when Aesop rocked a b-line

He's acting foolish left in the middle of laying bricks

(But we weren't building nothing but a great wall 'round these stones and sticks)

Oh, and for the record I've been rhyming since me and Andre thought we could freestyle

Built foundation out passion and brother's dusty Tascam

Studied dope rappers, vocab expansion, poems, syllable placement

You just mad because somewhere in there you came and went

(And I ain't the type to dwell) Dismissed it as casually non-compatible and bounced

Obtained status where I could straight objectively critique your after projects like

'Oh that sounds fresh' or 'Damn that shit is garbage, what happened? I'm not even laughing'

Yeah, but the barriers were broken (You choked)

You choked a few comments to the wrong Vulcan who out of respect and honor leaked your program

Now like we're, both trying to sit and breathe another dawn so my advice

To you is when I say "move on" just move on