Got enough
Wrinkles in his dress shirts to tell every tale as old as time
Kept his thumb on the rewind button to watch the mutton chops fade back away from his chin and recede into the skin again
Grandma’s cottage behind the railroad’s picked offense
Caught me scribbling unprovoked Death Notes in a 2-toned overcoat
Digging into scabs like the ditch is a pitchfork meant to lift retorts above the accompanied language while lacking in anguish
Chariots dragging Yes-Men by the ankles into the lions den
Law practiced as it was written
As it is
Demolition of the fight for the cause
Cover all these proverbial scars in play-school gauze
A ménage a trois of symptoms
Lack of money weed and bitches got every b-roll nigga’s lymph nodes twitching
Caught a battalion of bubble boys in a typhoon fighting Repliforce Renegades just to send a few white doves my way
Magma Dragoon
Vomiting lava in the living room on a Sunday afternoon
The sound of mediocrity overpowered by the death of autotune as anything but a spiritual bloom
Swore all good deed-doers were doomed to die young
Addicted to the short fits of bliss where there’s not a single notification to click
Bear necessities kept me sleepin' easy on a paper chase
Filtered kickdrum metronome switch to a snare hit and syncopate on loop to help me meditate
I think I lost that key to Heaven’s gates while stumbling out the hookah place
Wouldn’t surprise me
Lately I tend to only keep a stone-mask face and avoid everything involving pacing in a commonplace
Facing all the blunts I roll cause I only buy a gram a week
Green leaves still drop a vine for me to smoke up the spine of the Great Deku Tree
Played the savior to so many days that
You would swear it was my destiny
Catch a fish to set it free
And the same for your humanity
Caught em ridin ‘round
With a masamune drawn
And an Ifrit, seeing red
Go to war with the system-core
Adept rogue with the dual swords
And a bounty on the board for my head
Keep a low profile when surrounded by hostiles so I can sleep soundly on my bed
Poetic flow to pay the rent and ensure my time is well-spent
Swell the hearts waves
Kick a record
Flipped
Mongo push, switch
Mucho Mango to the neck
‘till I’m dead
Till I’m dead, dead, dead, dead
Barbershop quartet conquering the fortress
Riding nimbus cloud porches across Double-Dash courses
Copped the first place sash of course
And the House of Snoring Rappers cappin’ slappers from a bedroom mattress
Cuna BearTooth Captain
Eating rappers with my fingers and no napkins
What’s happening is the sound of the Weapon
Natural Selection versus the threat of objective decisions, clustered closely within
what i’d consider a hidden gem from dts. i love all their records dearly but this is on some other shit. favorite tracks: m&m’s, rabbit hole, jump for joy cunabear