when my rusty throat spits the dust up choking
they thought to ask me where i get all of these fucked up notions
should know better
id make a good go getter
this river'd hold dinner
if the fish flowed quicker
but if the fist holds silver
the palm grabs a forty
your call is important
we will handle it shortly
the door bleeds
sure we can paint it red
i implore please deport me
united we fled
but who brings the break beats?
this guy.
and each time the face speaks
it lies.
who brings the break beats?
this guy.
and each time the face speaks
it lies.
who brings the break beats?
you know him.
that wild eyed little weirdo
who divided by zero
i'm the poor man's version of a poor ass person
i'm a poor sport believe me but at least i'm not cheating
at least when it counts i can carry the nine
head spins on the ground, shouting where is my mind
the pledge of allegiance
had led us to jesus
while the dead and the bleeding
were all fed to the demons
i got a head full of reasons
a reason to doubt
i've got debts and this weekend
to even them out
i'm asleep in the deep end
greet people with pretense
subliminal unconscious is filling up with nonsense
and i have no dreams to defend
introspective interventions intelope on my attention
bury reason beneath rhymes
mind closed for the weekend cant you read the sign?
who brings the break beats?
this guy.
and each time the face speaks
it lies.
oh who bring the bad news?
that dude
he said he'd burn down the old school
..told you.
and who brings the fake cheese?
the old if we run out we'll make more
i swear i thought she was eighteen
i'm serving her life plus eight more
only aristocrats are really getting served
didn't revolution used to be a verb?
maybe the movements a series of tshirts
but if are what you speak then you need to be heard
so can i kick it?
a fun rhyme or the ones responsible
can i stick with
my guns might be that such isn't possible
my future was neutered
i'm cooped up in sutures
i tutored the troops but they'd stooped to a stupor
I told em:
the planet's your sandwich if you can manage your damage
so ravage the canvas with black fits of madness
when the paint dries the rain fries the whole world as it's warming
a warning to those fools asleep off the job:
I told you the gene pool's only as deep as your thoughts.
(constructive criticism appreciated and returned tenfold....please save destructive criticism for the battles. Oh, and, uh, wesside or whatever)