Mural

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 dealings

Now 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
Apologise 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 world

And 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 yeah

Then 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 religion

Or 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
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' forest
As 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 flavourful 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 blood

And, 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 till he realizes his realness
Defeat samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance