Letters

Soul train, This is the sound of my own brain, Crank up the mids and the high gain, Get philosophic, You're deep in the pocket, we're deep in the pocket Brother See I am madness uncovered, Own my status as the other, Look at my mind, makes the Guggenheim look like a straight ass line, Safety, There is none here some have told me, But I stare back and say boldly Nothing has changed, I was Made for this game and I'll carve out my name cuz, There's enough vultures out there to pick at your bones, So I hunted them down, broke their necks and stole their gold I got bored so I swam due west, and now I'm home, cnd you gave me a mike, paid me to play, that's a mistake but here I go Mind you, Scoured this world with a fine tooth, Hoping that I could provide proof That with some time I could conjure some lines for a half decent rhyme. Its a high price, But when that bass hits you just right Deep in the belly its sparks life cnd vision of Polyamorhythmic stochastic tribadism, Proudly We chart our way forward loudly, Colors and letters that found me, I will compose you a tidbit that seeps in and then fuckin throws you There's enough vultures out there to pick at your bones, So I hunted them down, Slit their throats and burned their homes I got bored so I swam due west and now I'm home. cnd you gave me a mike, paid me to play, that's a mistake but here I go.