Song Lyrics

Any songs that have been omitted are freestyles and cannot be transcribed effectively.

Album: AQUA-LUNGS (2014)

Track: AQUA-LUNGS

Large arrays of filets sautéed, the saw blade graze your fade
50 shades of suede the inlays of my Pumas is golden
Spit tumors never listen to the rumors unfoldin’
Ice God let the cold in – now you snowed in
Known to leak precious information like Snowden
On the creep peepin’ for Babylon patrollin’
Form a line just to hear me formulate poems
It’s the great shogun – up in the pagoda
Woodblock prints of a prince holdin’ his scrotum
Baggy be the sweats with the baggie in the pocket
Stickin’ metal objects in the socket – it’s shockin’
Shake your chakra – gain cake and prosper
Call the doctor my lungs is aqua
I’m too proper to ever stop bruh
you ought ta watch your step or get left in the lava
Uncivilized – but I’m wiser
Disguised cuz they wanna seize the pie that I’ve sliced up

Track: WESTSIDE EXTREME

Eyes bloody as I survey the scene
Heard they thought they had a plot to gain some crops of the green
Rotten they scheme – pondering the meaning of dreams
Intervenin’ in the leanin’ about to publish a zine
Fuck did you think – I rarely ever blink
Needin’ parrot feathers, gator leathers and a better mink
Warrin G’s want it all, crystal kitchen sink
Regulatin’ missiles if it hit you I’ll be tickled pink
Skiddamarinkadinka do that shit – dude that’s sick
You ain’t had to do that Slick – cue that stick
Eight ball, corner of the Stussy shirt
Catch me smokin doobies on a Tuesday I don’t usually work
Murk – body bag it I don’t hash tag it
Chillin’ out with Hash paving paths movin’ past faggots
Pack daggaz – sharper than a sharks tooth
Spark spruce drinkin’ rare juice singing harsh truths
Large troops and harpoons couldn’t stop me
I’m high as fuck drawin’ cartoons looking sloppy
Y’all be carbon copies that’s just not me not to sound cocky
I ain’t got a lot B – catch me playing slot see?
Free C-Murder – I’m tryna to be in Munich makin music smokin’ stupid eatin’ Frankfurters
The stank burner, listenin’ to Stankonia
Red dot leave ya Red Sox Terry Francona
Rhyme Designer, the incline climber
In time feelin’ inclined to spit lines finer
Smash the china – these other cats vagina
You gettin’ lapped I’m looking back and can’t find ya

Track: SCUBA GEAR

Transmittin’ holograms into deep space
Twistin’ up a gram, claim the prize in the sweepstakes
Briefcase full of 20’s with petite face
Treat a beat tape like I’m throwing down a cheap vase
Wheat paste propaganda in the town square
People applauding the poems because they sound rare
Perfectly pennin’ paragraphs periodically
Ponderin’ posh positions pitchin’ prolific policies
Portland playas pushin’ profit philosophies
Puffin’ power passin’ peace pipes persistently
Per century there only comes a few
That compare with the Renaissance Crew – I thought ya knew
I offer 2 cents so choose to use em wisely
Abusin’ all illusions that I’m losin’ dude so you should try me
Elusive timing, hardly ever seen
Four hundred and twenty thousand leagues beneath the sea
Shootin’ spears at mysterious fish, I was blessed with a serious gift
You delirious if … you ever thinking of blinkin’
I’m sinkin’ my teeth in and frequently freakin’ – I’m past decent
Wearin’ suede in the rain like Jermaine did
We just tryna do primo (Dupri) shit
Pre-rolled spliffs, got it when I need it
Telekinesis, pelicans beaches, I’m hella facetious
Compellin’ to keep it excellin’ the weakness
Re-sellin’ the secrets – I dwell in the deepest
Recesses of the ocean… floatin’ – Oh shit

Track: NARCO POLO

Habitual – liquor sippers and coke sniffers
Dope pitchers – gold diggers and scrote lickers
Drug kingpins tryna build they moats bigger
Go figure – they pull triggers for Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren – young teens is whorin’
Just to be scorin’ – yellow tops, orange
Blue, red or green got a full head of steam
Hella Clean – only five fingers rockin’ seven rings
D’s settin’ stings – Operation Crack Rocks
Mac’s, Glock’s, 45’s – gotta blast shots
The have nots had enough so they baggin’ up
Anything threaten the operation toe tag it up
Take a drag or puff – next thing you know your on the bus
 20 years later with a dirty cup
Rockin’ No Fear jeans and a Starter jacket
That your former homeboy had a heart attack in
Take it off his back cuz fuck it he don’t need it
Livin’ like a fiend face depleted and your dreams deleted
With the deepest secrets

Drug traffickin’ – all of this is happenin’
Whether you European, Asian or you African
Flip the stash – get the cash – bring it back again
To the maximum – bitch we drug traffickin’
Drug traffickin’ bitch we drug traffickin’

Track: JACQUES COUSTEAU

Virtual soul – the virtuoso
Virtuous makin’ a purchase – paper with the birch in it
On the canopy I’m perchin’ wit – eyes fixated on the prize still searchin’ it
Uh – the emergence of the murderous
Mergin’ with Merlin makin’ magic, mashin’ and murkin’ shit
I – torched the bridges and I burnt the ships
Started out with crumbs and watch it turn to chips I’m sure to dip
Slick – partakin’ in the heart breakin’
Earth quakin’ feel the ground shakin’ bitch I’m Kevin Bacon
Uh – 8 degrees of separation
Readin’ Revelations while I’m levitatin’ hella patient
Repel the fake shit – roll an L propel the spaceship
Acceleration to nowhere the be’s the destination
Success is waitin’ I can hear it now – clear and loud
Similar to the crowd with my name straight ringin’ out
Ow…

Swan dive off the bridge into troubled waters
Rap martyr – Weedjar Garciaparra
Garcia Vega – laid up in another layer
Receive the data – analyze it
Through the annals of time – an animal mind
The cannabis vine – the kind that I climb
Uh – fuck a bean stalk
See me on the scene walk
Spit obscene talk – serve a mean cock
Gettin’ tossed like its slow pitch soft ball
Keepin’ it top drawer til I’m old with the moth balls
Chronic the cough cause – *cough*
Cause and effect – I’m causin’ direct sores on your flesh
Aww yes yes – maybe no wavy clothes since a baby though
See me knockin’ Mac Dre “Since 84” – in the ’88
You know I gotta keep my lady straight
I ain’t livin’ til its gold dinner plates
Wait…

Album: OLAJUWON (2014)

Track: BEATNIK TURTLENECK

Keep a cache in the back of the cafe
Rockin’ black suede you couldn’t match me on a bad day
Mad paid makin’ rad tapes thats the plan mate
Rockin’ all tan in the Land eatin’ pancakes
Cuz thats the shit that y’all be wantin’ to hear
Searin’ wontons wontedly murdering ears
Guard your grill cuz the curb is near
Tryna get the crib furbished – with some new furniture and souvenirs
Light years ahead of it – rap rhetoric
Let it rip – hardly ever seen like an Arab bitch
It’s the heretic – mystic heritage
Grown underground like a carrot it – Terrorist
I don’t give a fuck – call it carelessness
Sharin’ Sherry blowin’ vegetarian Aquarius
Aquemeni – bet it all the stakes is high
Snakes arrive – they don’t wanna see a fella gettin’ by
Bottom dwellers but I’m sittin’ high
Lit the lye – the tears of a poet I began to cry
Through the spans of time – let the stanza climb
Creepin’ like a panther making anthems that they can’t define
It’s the actual –
Semi-biographical –
Biological –
Diabolical –
Keep it solid tho

Tryna put a bunch of cash into an envelope
Handlin’ my tasks even though I keep the ganja close
Eyes lower than Mugsy Bogues kneecaps – teach facts
All you motherfuckers better think fast – yeah
Push you to the brink wit yo stink ass
Young Stuart Cink on the green with a clean hat
Analyze the infrastructure – I’m tryna get some Chukkahs
I bring the ruckus but you slim to bubkis
Dick Butkis – I can’t bare (bear) it
Repeatin’ what these other dudes is speakin’ like a pet parrot – FUCK

Eddie Bauer on the speed boat – smokin’ sour in a C-note
Might devour any coward with the power of a million piranhas
I be grillin’ marijuana while I’m chillin’ in the sauna
Then I toss a leather bomber on my back – with the goggles too
Give a piece of mind so it might boggle you
Do what I gotta do and then I do that shit again
Repeat the steps til I’m sittin’ in a pretty Benz
You get the picture but you shootin’ with a shitty lens
Grip the pen – compose a couple witty gems
The city blends with my psyche and I can’t escape
Most likely I be right above a dinner plate
Stir fryin’ with the birds flyin’
Fuck what you heard cuz you herbs gettin’ served with the verb iron
And just think if I was really tryin’ – put the chrome to my dome cuz I wonder what it’s like dyin’
No lyin’ (lion) – loose in the booth spit
Come through droppin’ old truths like Confucious
Uh – Taoism with the wild prisms
Foul like your child gettin’ stricken with the down syndrome
The sound system ain’t equipped to hear this kind of shit
You all vaginas gettin’ fucked with an AIDS dick
From a dude that be 8’6″

Track: HIT U WIT DA BUCKET (REMIX)

Draw string pulled tight (pulled tight)
Camo be the pattern watch me shine like a lantern as I glide through the cold night (cold night)
Hat so low that I can’t see the floor don’t matter if it’s no lights (lights)
My third eye provide me with mo sight
Always been the dope type (dope type)
Whether it’s my rhetoric or what’s up in the dresser bitch
Gucci buckets on my bucket list
Gucci buckets on my bucket list
Lookin’ like a fisherman I’m finna be chillin’ up on a yacht in Lake Michigan
Hella thin be the Michelins
Understand what the mission is
Drink a 40 til I’m pissin’ it
Drink a 40 til I’m pissin’ it

Track: STRIKE IN CLOCKERS

Heart made of shards of glass you ain’t gotta ask
Wear a gold bird on the wrist and a hockey mask
Kamikaze crash cracks in the concrete
Stacks within arms reach
Bomb speech
Conquistador con keesters
In the trees lookin’ like I’m Bhagwan Shree cuz
Vagabond since a padawan as I paddle on
Through the swift currents of the river – I – shiver
At the cold-bloodedness of all of this
Not trippin’ on the politics but skills I’m steady polishin’ – aboloshin’
The idea I see ya – onomotopeia probably be in Ikea
Axe kick a table in half like it ain’t shit
Eatin’ paint chips always leavin’ just a faint whiff
Of spliff – at the edge of the cliff – free fall to the deepest abyss
Meatballs in spaghetti I twist – on the fork on the porch with a port and a fifth
Yo – it’s your birthday I’m rappin’ a gift
Young vandal drop the anvil blow the ammo to bits bitch

Falcon feet snatch you out your flannel in a camp Jeep
Chamomile tea wear a tee made in ’93
Listening to Ratking, bucket hat string swing
Spring back – fling a fadeaway just to bring rings
Fatal flaws claws disconnect the cable cars
Disable your stable laws, enable my fables to turn tables and break your jaw
Scrape plates just to make cake
Watch it take shape to the Great Lakes

Uh – white meat like you ate snake
Blowin’ 8 eighths to the face at a quick pace
Rapidly – No Limit Master P
Hangin’ like a flaccid D crafting up a masterpiece
Throwin’ acid at these whack cats that rap happily
Slack like a pair of Dockers – you’ll be Jimmy Hoffa
Smoke proper while I’m listening to Cindy Lauper
Maybe opera – lobster in the pasta
Linin’ up the roster, fillin’ it with Rastas
These other motherfuckers out here impostors
It’s kinda awkward
You can’t stomach me like Strike in Clockers

Track: BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS

Subtle – measure the depth of the puddle
The cousin of death you might cuddle
Complex flight patterns – type tight with the shuttle
Keepin’ shit sharp like a knife in the butthole
A mean strut – in a rut never stuck no
Struck gold – fuck a truck load cuz it’s much mo’
Clutch dro just a crutch in the joint roach
Used to wanna rush it now I’m waiting for the right mo –
Ment cement scent when raindrops hit it
Any minute you could get your top splitted – not kiddin’
Damn – I just provide the hot riddim
Suge Knight in the Beamer – Pac with him
Rock denim in the middle of the summertime
Finna make a whole wardrobe out of porcupine
Cryogenically frozen with my eyes open, in the bottom of like 5 oceans
Hide tokens – I got devotion to mo shit
In the whip knockin’ Osmosis ferocious
Yeah – bless the crowd like the Pope did
All motherfuckin’ suede what I’m cloaked in
Yeah – bless the crowd like the Pope did
All motherfuckin’ suede – aye

Wadadadang Wadada Dada Dang – hey
Listen to my nine millimeter go – BUCK

Track: SALMON AND CANDLES

Light a fire – lay beside me on the fine rug
Take a couple slow pulls from the wine jug
That’s what I want you to do
I see the glimmer in your eye I know you feel it too
Ooh – you got me wonderin’
Stumblin’, bees bumblin’, birds they singing’ somethin’ – DAMN
I really hope that you can, feeling peaceful when I’m holding your hand
Let’s take a trip, overnight pack the bags don’t say shit and dip
Sweet dreams with my queen out in Indonesia
Not a thing that could come in-between us
As the skies open wide and illuminate
Stars from afar got my heart bout to palpitate
Candlelight – eatin’ salmon and a salad plate
No doubt its fate
Come and talk to me

Album: LIGHTLY SALTED (2014)

Track: POINT BREAK

As my grip on reality slips – my hands around your neck get tighter
Weave the threads like the webs of the spider – hope you not fly bruh
Disguised as wise small fries comprise the 85
Crazy live how the rhymes bust

Hazy mind close the shades look behind the blinds
Turnin’ every page – book the stage and its time to shine
Line for line without the coke habit
I just hope that my coat can be made out of dope rabbit
It ain’t livin’ if you don’t have it
It ain’t given gotta go grab it – compose magic
Daddy Warlock the sure shot assassinator
Encapcillator of data deserve congratulations

Track: OSHO

Sacrifice a newborn to appease the heavens
Draped in purple in a circle full of priests and reverends
Ancient Shaman with a goblet full of goats blood
Throw your coat down so my toes never approach mud
Toke the chalice in a monolithic palace
On my forearm where the owl sits
Every hour different outfits
Leaders of the township appointed through a fixed election
I slowly beckon to my servant to commence undressin’
A book of lessons in a language of my own design
It’s full of universal truths meant to hone your mind
It’s hard to find the ice dungeon of the Time Lord
Precious metals embedded into the fine sword
I’ve explored several geometric patterns and developed a plan to send mankind to Saturn
First you gotta sip the nectar in the cup
It aligns with the receptors that can beam you right up – sing it

Raise your hands cuz we headed to the promise land
Sacrifice a baby lamb for the promise land
You see me rollin in an all black caravan
Raise your hands cuz we headed to the promise land

Track: SWISHAHOUSE 04

Captivate you like aurora borealis might
Stimulate your sight with the light that be solar bright
You can catch me rocking Locs on a motor bike
Pewm pewm on that Yamaha – chromed out eleven hunna
Rub my hands – Birdman Stunna
Complex like a Wintersome Summer
Cumma come on you know we gonna – don’t wanna run up
Rock you to sleep like the lulla – peeeeace
Bye-bye, eyes tye-dye do a drive-by
Mothers, daughters, wives cried – sisters too
Dissed your crew getting Hitler rude
Them quick to feud dudes be the first to lose – ooh
Search the pews lost my gat in the cathedral
Evil Kenival threading the needle through your pee hole
Tryna get money three-fold
I’ma flip the SUV – play the game like a cheat code

Paul Wall baby it’s the Peoples Champ
My chain light up like a lamp now I’m back with the Camp
I’m crawlin’ similar to an ant cuz I’m low to the Earth
Peoples feelings get hurt when they figure out what I’m worth

Yo it’s Paul Wall baby I’m the Peoples Champ
My chain light up like a lamp now I’m back with the Camp
I’m crawlin’ similar to an ant cuz I’m low to the Earth
Peoples feelings get hurt when they figure out what I’m worth

Track: LEATHER

This is pain in its purest form
A little calm in between the storm
I write a song you can sing along
Seem to be solid you can’t acknowledge or call it if anything is wrong
I went to college for wisdom but now my wallet hurts
Visualizin’ runnin’ the city but tryna crawl at first
FUCK – the pressure makes the pipes burst
But I can always write a nice verse
The sight search something simple but I complicate it
Zen breathing practices hear the track and I consecrate it
Post-Underground culture what I concentrate it
Make a meaning out the constellations
Paint graffiti on the ceiling of the chapel while I eat an apple
Reality’s a tough grapple – caught in the snafoo
Feelin’ like I’m Apu – Nehasapetapetlan (Simpson’s character)
Gotta keep the kettle on hot
Never mettle with the metals when it’s coming to the treble cuz the Won’s (wand/Olajuwon) non-stop –
I’m an orphan of 2pac – sword fin soup put the straw up in the juice box
Throw a quarter in the juke box – Hall and Oates playin’ while I’m solid oath slayin’
You know the sayin’

Track: MOJAVE GREEN

Ice God fish through the hole up in a frozen lake
Makin’ a break stalk the streets for a soul to take
All of my motherfucking bro’s relate – honeys fellate
Feelin’ elated as I roll the grapes
Fresh out the dungeon it’s a bold escape
Hold it down since the mid-thousands and fake Bape’s
Tryna get a few big houses and taste cake
Up inside the couches hidin’ ounces of the snowflake
Keepin’ em safe for Milc MacGayver while he’s in Peru
Rock expensive shoes too extensive for you nincompoops
In the Lincoln coupe – knockin’ Soop – going after loot
Smokin’ on some fruit infused dog poop
Absolute-LEE Quinones, SCHEMEin’ to be SEEN
You get CAPped if you fuckin’ with the team in these Style Wars
Rockin’ argyle as I pile more – skulls at my front door
What you tryna stunt for?

Track: DUMPING GROUND

Pitchin’ lines like Moyer til I’m on the foyer
Coppin’ Goya’s – independent my own employer
Conceivin’ ploys ta increase my poise
The noise deploys inside your brain like poison-
Ous (poisonous) shrooms – legit tunes I spit doom
Emit fumes immune to what they consume
I run through em like Alstott – your all soft
I had thoughts of emceein’ long before my balls dropped
Long shot but I’m still rhymin’
Runnin’ amuck in the rough but my luck gon’ reveal diamonds
Never the less, yes I’m still grindin’
Fuck relying on luck I’m using skill so I will find em
Been liver than wires never expire the fire makes em perspire
Admire the dope supplier man
Fix your diaphragm
I’m conspirin’ dire plans – steady matching five bless the lye again

I’ll toss your body off the Burnside
I’ll toss your body off the Hawthorne
I’ll toss your body of the Morrison
I’ll toss your body of the St. John’s

I’ll toss your body off the Burnside
I’ll toss your body off the Hawthorne
I’ll toss your body of the Morrison
I’ll toss your body of the St. John’s

Album: PAINT SOUP (2014)

Track: PALETTE BALLAD

The hourglass broke when I dropped it
Looked at my watch and it stopped tick – tick
Politickin’ with Dominicans
Eatin’ good had to shoot my way up out on Bennigan’s but then again
Thinkin’ back – I remember when
Chills up your spine like the winds in December send
Pass the fire to the left and let the embers bend
Pacifier liars even pliers you ain’t tight with them
Write with pen in the left hand – modulation’
Open up the right brain its similar to God you hatin’
Blasphemy – upper class you better ask for me
Multiple stacks contrasting contractually
Under the table like crumbs and a dropped knife
Sold it for a dollar – a million people copped twice
Intimidate motherfuckers like cop’s lights
Top precise – round the clock – we never not nice
Hot ice from the cold sun its the chose son
As the world grows numb I still feel the pain
I still feel the pain
But can’t do a thang

Track: STAINED GLASS GUMBO

One of the baddest I’m back craftin’ it overnight
Similar to crashin’ your motor bike – like shoyouright
Gettin’ buck if you over bite
Put a hole up in your molar hit the dro and take a solar flight
Sole controller patroller of my vicinity
I’m finna be for infinity no diggity – huh
I like the way you work it – finest on the circuit
Sip Surge, swerve, serve absurd spit
Herb jerks get murked and then disperse quick
Verse dipped – perch the strip and keep the purp lit
Pertinent – workin’ it – steady flirtin’ with
Position preferred you know the herb got my temperament
Laid back display raps dismay haps since way back
You get filleted when the blade slash
I’m in the grade that be A class
Til I’m in the grave with my face up in stained glass
Yeah – it’s like Ludacris
2 Fast 2 Furious
In this bitch straight lookin’ like Ludacris
Whippin’ this shit like 2 Fast 2 Furious
Paint Soup – eat it and you might die
Paint Soup – eat it though you gotta try
Puffer fish that be hard to cut
Comin’ through fake rappers catching upper cuts – double up
Motherfucker what? We tryna get the cash
Do it fast – we in the spot blowing hella hash
Fuckin’ facts no fiction – Young Diction
Cross the Mason-Dixon – aint shit son

Track: OAXACAN CACAO

Sneak through the crime scene tape get the briefcase
Slight foot chase – jumped in the back
Of the wagon that was waitin’ round the corner
Took the mask off my face and we dipped out fast
Shots hit the window and burst the glass
Lost control of the Benzo it swerved and crashed
Crawled out the wreckage with a pretty deep gash
But I still got the diamonds and the 50 G’s cash
Sirens comin’ gotta get to the stash spot
Move to a farm, smoke hash and grow cash crops
But I’m lyin’ there bloody on blacktop
Looked at my buddy brains runnin’ out his eye socks
5 cops comin’ quick in a squad car
Unload the clip snatch a bitch out a Jaguar
Home free cuz the border isn’t that far
Dye my hair blonde and call myself Gaspar
Allahu Akbar headin’ to Oaxaca
Plastic surgery from the underground doctor (Eduardo)
El Chapo the all gold chopper
Lace the motherfuckin’ Hummer too proper

Track: FISH SAUCE WRIST WATCH

Eye’s sparkle like a stream in the moonlight
Keep the tunes tight, goon type, silver spoon – sike
Catch me eatin’ with my fangaz – leave the scent langaz (lingers)
It’s the branger of thangz you neva seen buh –
444 (before) – what’s the score call Lauren Hill – chill
The game comes in faint whispers

Professionally framed pictures
We the new fixtures – flick the light switch
High-pitch, the frequencies is past your head
Goin’ after bread, past the edge – never close to it
Ghost movements – schoolin’ not fluent in truant
But still skip to throw two 5’s like Pat Ewing (but he was 33? – I mean Mutomb0!)
Fruit bat nut sack coolin’
Double hang tryna bubble thangz fangs in the large steak
Heart break, harsh waves make the barge shake
Heart break, harsh waves make the barge shake

Tell me what you want from me
Do you need my heart
Do you need my soul
What you need to know it’s always 4 4 4
No don’t say nothin’ let your eyes speak
I hear you callin’ me
I hear you

Track: MARBLETOP MISO

Extensive collectibles tastefully placed in a glass case
Tulips in the vase lookin’ stone faced
Hash vapes while the crabs bake
Watch the scabs flake and we gas break – dip
E-40 glasses on while I read a book – in the nook
Murphy Lee – what it be the hook?
Ayo it’s off of it – grabbin’ your esophagus
Stabbin’ in the wagon never heard of usin’ cautiousness
Colossus-ness I’m narcissistic, red hat reversed it’s Limp Bizkit
Simps dismissed – perfect be the dismount
Cold hearted starvin’ artist, never give a discount
Perfectly describin’ how the wind sounds
Sugar Ray Slick for ten rounds

Track: POST FUNKCHIN

Triple X white tee – air brushed
Suede with the nu-buck rollin’ in a blue truck
Keep the tool tucked
Solve a rubix cube, drinkin’ brews, lightin’ doobs up
Interludes with the smooth touch
Interviews with the news droppin’ jewels for a few bucks
Collude with the crew as we cruise cuts
Various hues of nice shoes that my toes touch
The prose bust and the camera lose fo-cus
Hard to get the picture of the scripture delivered
Uh – John Belushi type mixtures
Bars on the mic, bars rollin’ nice Swishers
Just in case you ain’t know what this shit was
Papi got consignment and I’m tryna get the bricks plugged
Better watch who your birds flyin’ high with
Rojo iris when I roll papyrus
As I go for my chips – utilized or you brutalized it’s a suicide
Suicide it’s a suicide

Track: 666 MENUDO MANEUVERS 444

Check the rhetoric – whenever I let it rip
Phonetics hit from here to Connecticut
Kinetic energy finnessin’ the flow
The essence of dro is obvious from off of my clothes
The sauciest prose – just say gracias
I’m eatin’ octopus in the spot while they copied us
You ain’t popular
High grade binoculars couldn’t even catch what my optics touch
Toss the guts treat sweets like I’m nauseous
Colossus constructs leavin’ em all awestruck
Aww fuck – I’m seein’ more red
Explore bread – three sixes across the forehead

Mi corazón es en los manos del Diablo
Mi corazón es en los manos del Diablo
Mi corazón es en los manos del Diablo
Mi alma y mi corazón

Album: PORTAL (2015)

 Track: A GENTLE ASCENT

Grammy nominated ghost writer slash ghost rider
Signature approach, wear a broach that’s a gold spider
The old tiger fightin’ wiser than these young cats
But claws never stop the applause of a gun clap – brap

Better hope those Dunlap’s is run-flats
Cuz one track minds want first at the finish line
I’m feelin’ yours but just give me mine
I’m feelin’ yours but just give me mine
I’m feelin’ yours but just give me mine
You know we got it, just give it time

Grammy nominated ghost writer slash ghost rider
Signature approach, wear a broach that’s a gold spider
The old tiger fightin’ wiser than these young cats
But claws never stop the applause of a gun clap – brap

Better hope those Dunlap’s is run-flats
Cuz one track minds want first at the finish line
I’m feelin’ yours but just give me mine
I’m feelin’ yours but just give me mine
I’m feelin’ yours but just give me mine
You know we got it, just give it time

I see the light at the end of the tunnel but it’s gettin’ much brighter today
I see the light at the end of the tunnel but it’s gettin’ much brighter today

Scorched Earth

Track: HYDROSTATIC SKELETONS

Earthworms got eight hearts I only got one
Cats got nine lives I only got one
Two hands up on the double barrel shotgun
Pa-rum-pum-pum Ton Jung on the drums – uh

Light a candle at the vigil for me
Crystal clear I know you hear all of the whispers forming
Early mornin’ brain stormin’ with the rain pourin’
Scribblin’ my name up on the game you’ll see it stained shortly
Shorty NYSE but the stock exchange is too boring
Drink a 40 in the Ford Jeep while the Lords creep
The vortex opens up and the chords screech
More speech poured, Devious slicker than floor grease

Earthworms got eight hearts I only got one
Cats got nine lives I only got one
Two hands up on the double barrel shotgun
Pa-rum-pum-pum Ton Jung on the drums – uh

Accumulate aches and pains til they excruciate
Accumulate aches and pains til they excruciate
Accumulate aches and pains til they excruciate
Acoustics soundin’ spooky many moons that I obliterate

Track: NEPOMUCENO ESTANISLAO

Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ 
Into the future

Paint a mural mad thorough like I married Frida Kahlo
Quickly find Waldo by the pond inside a calm grove
Palm trees slowly wave in the breeze
The dangerous MC’s misbehavin’ with speech
I’m in the haven eatin’ raisin bread and blazin’ the leaf
Renaissance do the most but be sayin’ the least 
It’s like two games left up on an eighty game win streak
Every player averagin’ a quadruple double each
Squash rebuttals sans subtleties – nothin’
Visible from the Hubble be the rubble that the trouble leaves

Ruffle your bubble goose comfortably – brrrrrr
Submarine subconcious torpedo rockets sunk at sea

It’s sorta sweet but still sinister to some degree
Listenin’ to Pun I wipe the crumbs from my Dungarees
Geez – geeeeeez

Ink bleeds from the pen like a dagger gettin’ stabbed into your abdomen
Make you stagger off the stoop – lace my boots then I keep on travellin’
Into the future
Into the future
Into the fuchia 

Track: HOLLOW PLANETS

Do you think that 
Do you think that
Do you think that we’re alone?

Do you think that 
Do you think that
Do you really?

Adapt to anywhere on the map and make it happen
But how do you react when it turns intergalactic?
Warp speed flashin’, watch the light years passin’

Leapin’ over vast chasms of atoms and sheer blackness
Alien bleep bloops in beat loops massive
Communicate through energy beams and heat flashes
Wonder what they messages mean, it seems tragic
Faint gleams of futuristic machines that inhabit

Hollow planets 
Hollow planets

Do you think that 
Do you think that
Do you think that we’re alone?

Do you think that 
Do you think that
Do you really think what we’re alone?

(Intergalactic planetary)
(Planetary intergalactic)

Notions of nebulas never seen full of unknowns
Extra-terrestrial fingers glowin’ tryna phone home
My grown clone from an alternate reality has
Entered through a hidden dimension within the galaxy
I watched a satellite explode from the balcony
And felt a strange feelin’ in my soul before the count of three
Next thing you know I was floatin’ on one of Saturn’s rings
Re-writing mathematic patterns from the latter kings
Cosmic energy from all matter, living things
Universal chatter harmonizing when the stars sing
Truths of the future, the facts of the past
Entirely in my grasp as I gasp, do you think that?
Truths of the future and the facts of the past
Entirely in my grasp as I gasp, do you think that?

Do you think that 
Do you think that
Do you think that we’re alone?

Do you think that 
Do you think that
Do you really think what we’re alone?

(Intergalactic planetary)
(Planetary intergalactic)

Track: STR8 OUTTA MAZATLAN (HORCHATA PROPHECY)

Whistle an insult like I’m straight outta Mazatlan
Mazda hydroplanin’ on the Autobahn
Otto Von Bismark leave skid marks drift into the parking spot
Swift delegations tell the patrons hurry up and cop

Whistle an insult like I’m straight outta Mazatlan
Mazda hydroplanin’ on the Autobahn
Otto Von Bismark leave skid marks drift into the parking spot

Father figure sonnin’ artists like Picasso’s pops
Early cubism, acute rhythms I often talk
The sneakin’ Ocelot, leakin’ like it’s faucet drops
Deeper than the three range, free game don’t cost a lot
Scurry up the block with furry nugs of pot
Larry Bird off the pick and pop, dodgin’ dirty cops
It’s the early hawk
Perfect timin’ disregard the clock
Switchin’ up the climate, King Midas must have touched my thoughts

Whistle an insult like I’m straight outta Mazatlan
Mazda hydroplanin’ on the Autobahn
Otto Von Bismark leave skid marks drift into the parking spot
Swift delegations tell the patrons hurry up and cop

Whistle an insult like I’m straight outta Mazatlan
Mazda hydroplanin’ on the Autobahn
Otto Von Bismark leave skid marks drift into the parking spot

From canned mince meat to coppin’ Kandinsky’s 
They more like Harmonica Lewinsky
Blowin’ on the skin flute
I just switch gears on the ten speed
Chug six beers before entry 
Meant each – word that I wrote
Ice berg to a boat
Might merge with the birds on the coast
Grass roots the approach
Smash loops with the quotes
Bear fruits but these snakes sellin’ apples though

Whistle an insult like I’m straight outta Mazatlan
Mazda hydroplanin’ on the Autobahn
Otto Von Bismark leave skid marks drift into the parking spot
Swift delegations tell the patrons hurry up and cop

Whistle an insult like I’m straight outta Mazatlan
Mazda hydroplanin’ on the Autobahn
Otto Von Bismark leave skid marks drift into the parking spot
Swift delegations tell the patrons hurry up and cop

Track: 67 MOONS

Slice through the atmosphere – gravity is non-existent
Olajuwon commentatin’ from a comet distant
Hangin’ with a gang of martians sippin’ space liquid
Spark a thousand sticks and then embark upon a strange visit
Smash through a black hole, fractals all around
Crack an ancient code previously never found
Open up the globe, reveal the transmission source
Radiatin’ radio waves up to the red storm

Jupiter
Dude – I’m talkin’ bout Jupiter
Jupiter
DUDE – I’m talkin’ bout Jupiter

Massive supernova explosions exposin’ gamma rays
Brighter than a billion suns beyond the milky way
Dark energy expand the already endless
Enterprisin’ endeavors galactically tremendous – yo

We flyin’ space hopin that you can come – too
We flyin’ space hopin that you can cometoo

Track: ELUSIVE VIBRATIONS

Oooh 0ooh
Gotcha gotcha gotcha gotcha hoppin’ on the good foot
Oooh oooh
Hop into the groove
Oooh 0ooh
Gotcha gotcha gotcha gotcha hoppin’ on the good foot
Oooh oooh
Hop into the groove

Deep rumbles inside the jungle
Renaissance slide on the humble
Providin’ funk you – can choose to thump if you want to
Scorched Earth turf on the one, two
Tell me what you wan’ do 
Tell me what you wan’ do 

Deep rumbles inside the jungle
Renaissance slide on the humble
Providin’ funk you – can choose to thump if you want to
Scorched Earth turf on the one, two
Tell me what you wan’ do 
Tell me what you wan’ do

Open the portal and dive through it  – the vibe coolest
Glide to it – align with nine moons movin’
Crush groovin’ in plush Pumas I must do ya
Adjust to the game – maintain conduct coola’
Puff buddhas – tail whippin’ on the new scooter
Blang Blang Lang lock it down like a school shooter
It’s too true bruh, the crew moved up
It’s too true bruh, the crew moved up – wha wha what

Deep rumbles inside the jungle
Renaissance slide on the humble
Providin’ funk you – can choose to thump if you want to
Scorched Earth turf on the one, two
Tell me what you wan’ do 
Tell me what you wan’ do

Deep rumbles inside the jungle
Renaissance slide on the humble
Providin’ funk you – can choose to thump if you want to
Scorched Earth turf on the one, two
Tell me what you wan’ do 
Tell me what you wan’ do 

Slide to the left, slide to the right
Slide to the rhythm in the middle of the night
Slide to the left, slide to the right
Slide to the rhythm in the middle of the night

Track: SHADOW11 (FUMES)

Invisibility cloaks up on the merch table
Rockin’ the cradle of civilization basically

Invisibility cloaks up on the merch table
Rockin’ the cradle of civilization basically

Sharpie fumes puttin’ holes in my brain
Drinkin’ vino, rollin lethal just controllin’ my pain
Jottin’ omens hopin’ that my pockets swollen with change
Don’t know if I’m feelin’ normal or I’m goin’ insane FUCK IT
Two tears in a bucket like it wasn’t nothin’
Comin’ up with somethin’ non-redundant for the mass public
Sorta crass fill the glass bubblin’
Transactions passed Dublin with the math doublin’
Move your ass cousin
We just take and never ask nothin’
Triple black MacBook 
I’m dippin’ through the worm hole with gats bustin’ – brap
Motherfuckers can’t touch it
Styles I come up with
Bouncin’ and jumpin’
Lounge at the function
Pile in the truck make thousands of bucks quick –
SHIT
Don’t make no assumptions

Womb to the tomb in a moonlit dungeon
Quite deep better take a plunge in
From the birth to the Earth tryna find where the funds is
Tryna find where the funds is

From the womb to the tomb in a moonlit dungeon
Quite deep better take a plunge in
From the birth to the Earth tryna find where the funds is
Tryna find where the funds is 

Track: MORPHOLOGICAL DISCOVERY

Identifyin’ life forms that haven’t been discovered yet
Crash course force – catch wreck so they rubber neck
By every stretch of the imagination
Ten toes on the pavement but my mind levitatin’ – uhh

I push deep into the cave
A labyrinth of crystals and I’m twisted through the maze
I felt the light slippin’ from my gaze
Slowly driftin’ through the haze – every phase

Wait
There’s not an adjective or phrase that conveys – the feelin’ it gave to fall into space
That’s when my body ripped apart
Maintain my soul and my heart – from the start

I’m identifyin’ life forms that haven’t been discovered yet
Crash course force – catch wreck so they rubber neck
By every stretch of the imagination
Ten toes on the pavement but my mind levitatin’ – uhh

Icicles in my eyesight
Twinkle in the wrinkle of time but still blind like
Three rodents
Notice when Slick D quote it
Rare form molded til my vapors start floatin’ – whoa
Golden aura
Eddie Bauer Explorer flipped over, exploded all up in the forest
You can’t ignore it – you can’t ignore it
Even a hideous thing can seem gorgeous

I’m identifyin’ life forms that haven’t been discovered yet
Crash course force – catch wreck so they rubber neck
By every stretch of the imagination
Ten toes on the pavement but my mind levitatin’

I’m identifyin’ life forms that haven’t been discovered yet
Crash course force – catch wreck so they rubber neck
By every stretch of the imagination
Ten toes on the pavement but my mind levitatin’ – uhh