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Mural

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We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals

Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm

To see the vein like a chicken on the barn

Top cat chat, let's begin another yarn

That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'

But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy

So what powers cowards to get them to the top

Just to fall asleep listening to bach?

The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop

Dribbling the eye across the prism of a clock

That lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading

They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealingsNow what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling?

And what's the talking without the match feeling?

As buried living and cherry picking

Every linen from your berry system

Then proceed with the pack feeding

When I was young I had visions of another world

Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother hurl

Incense smoke made vortices and other curls

Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls

I like my pancakes cut in swirls

Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels

I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons

Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms

Apologize for my weird mix

What taste like hot dogs and tear drips

And looks like pantomime and clear bricks

And smells like shotguns and deer piss

They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard

First part of a party, that I throw in parts

One minute you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts

But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars

I run the gambit like I'm throwing cards

From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts

Paint cold pictures like nova scotia landscapes

Nerd game make mandelbrot sets when we handshake

A word game back up plan that can dam lakes

Backup the word play playin' at the man's states

Mean I can still be the man if the dam breaks

And when the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face

My peers will still treat the mirror like it's a fan base

The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine

That hovers above cities like weather men

And maybe weather woman

Whatever better to tell ya weather comin'

I prefer girls to reign all over the worldAnd not rain like, rain man or rain like rain dance

Or rain like a slight chance of rain when it's raining

Or rein like deer slaves to santa claus sleigh man

But reign like queens that reign over made man

And not queen like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen

But queen like white glove wave hand

And not wave hand like it's a heat wave

So you make a fan by waving your hand

I'm talking wave like you saying "hey"

Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse like you almost voiceless

You gotta treat your vocal chords like it's a fortress

And treat every single one of your words like reinforcements

And especially when you're recording

Cause that's the portion that's important

When I was reporting that I was poor

But now I'm more than

It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet spots

Crying shames, make margarita rims from cheap tops

Deep plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots

A little scene with the sickle swings to make the wheat drop

And a hundred words for them hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop

And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet that beat box

So the sun rise when the beat drops

And the sun dies when the beat stops

Then it unties, then it relocks

Then it relapsed, then it detox

Then heat back like a heat pack

On his knee caps of the weak spot

Cause he want what we got, like yeahThen forge poetry like a young honory morrissey

Then spit it to the golden locks thots

Who like their porridge all watery

Not scorching nor sorbity

From the steel orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery

Coming down gorgeously, just like a stacey dash waterfall

A more torturing, a water boarding barbie doll

A river of women like a brazilian carnival

Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbasol

Somebody give them the volleyballs

If you love her, don't ever send her to mally mall's

Homie if she lonely she might end up in macauly's claws

Coming out the closet over goblets down at madri gras

The fame, champagne, walk of shame lobby call

My reposition was black condition of activism

Ammunition for abolition, missions attacking systems

But they not after listens, unless it's dropping on activision

Are we apps or are we bodies filled with apparitions

Operating applications, stuck inside a apple prison

Chicken hack and download updates that lack religionOr are we more, than soil tainting, disloyal changelings

Preoccupied with boy and goyle chasing

And foiling other's royal saintings?

I sit back and watch the world through the eye holes in my oil paintings

Uh!

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it

Unless you virgin mary, nothin' do it but the truest

Believe all that unless you jewish

Life is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus

And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris

The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change

My chair position or conditions of my porridge

Submission for sedition against the religion of a chorus

Keep them golden weave thieves out the motherfuckin' forestAs I perform a nerve storm

I prefer my pictures in word form

Bury the hatchet like how a bird born

As I paint cold pictures like kool-aid facing condensation

Having conversations with flavorful combinations

Slave to my concentration

So that's oj the juiceman meets oj with two hands

And two gloves, that's too snug

To judge who was, who drew bloodAnd, lupe look at all these toucans

In a cemetery full of tomahawkes

Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults

Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across

Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir

Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor

Levitating youth so know the truth of where the fountain hides

Bucaraa roof painting tunnels onto the mountain sides

A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes

Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies

Chocula counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters

Incinerated shoes and the manual for contra

Assorted memories from my childhood

Absorbing energy from the wild woods

Electronic combat konami sign contract

Chinese char killing cucarachas on contact

Chicago spread an aficionado

Efficient spitting bridging divisions is in chicano

Who's the boss? if isn't alyssa milano

Dudikoff, ninja mission into the congo

Polarize envy of the older guys

Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives

Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well

Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells

Dodging rain and catching hail

Faces need samurais to catch the l

Special research vessels made for catching whales

Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails

Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell

Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that never fail

Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale

Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a steel tools

To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of seal school

Just like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool

Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool

I said it feels cool to kill fools

Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to grill gruel

Take no viking water bottle and not following pill rules

Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood

Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes

Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews

Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes

Whenever his quill moves over your meal you

Simple as a buddhist monk in a temple

Standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness

Real still til he realizes his realness

Defeat samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea

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