Lyrics:
I nod to the beat, I hop to the beat,
Let it spread through my bod like salt in the sea
Let it grow from the ground, I’m a farmer to be
Let me talk by myself like a soliloquy
A nominal fee is all that I ask
And it’s not to be paid in coins or in cash
Let my words kiss you lobes, lean in for a pash
Get your trunk very close like a pageantry sash
Let it warm up your soul like hooch in a flask
It’s rare that you get such a dame in a dash
… So count your blessings like a kid in kindy getting counting lessons
I cough up my rhymes sans Robitussin
that ride over beats and old percussion uh
Honestly need beats to weaken logic
that gets me off my big brown lethargic
arse, and helps me reach my state of solace
And // lack belief in the most tallest..
(the) most high, the most wise, the most kind, that folks buy
closed minds in dark rooms and closed blinds and no light
phased out like cosine to true sines like bovines
and no signs of whites not dressing like coal mines
… And it hurts my heart
It’s sharp like the pointed hair of Bart’s
So I tear apart, like a paperbark
Or I rage forth let that paper bark!
Bite down with the force of a frightened lion
Flog you with the giant belt of Orion
And leave you Mayan, [to the brink of death]
Gouge each gram, each single pound of flesh
In truth, this an ocean of orange pop
A fantasy
Dark like a panda's feet
From the top, where each stroke of a lambda meets
From the spot, where my mush meets canopy
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