rejoice

Moving forward, dearly beloved Make I and I recall Bob's Son set in Babylon Atop the very high mountain Carving prophecy into rock Blood from a stone is the wickedest task Yet, rivers do flow, lyrics do grow And rise and rise to terrible, terrible proportions Stifling the weak heart, made they tremble But the dreadlocks say, fear not Stamp foot and flatten a raindrop For in Bob and his children's temple It is strictly reality we are dealing with Strictly reality, so rejoice Beeper buzzin', semper fi cousins When in hot ovens, et cetera, et cetera Wind chimes gone dummy Delirium, serious serum, celiacs, belly out, sippin' 'yac Yacked, redacted Told navel, "strike that from the record" Quarter zips, meanin' none to flip You know where the poets is Under some gutter, at the library, by the cafe, at the ATM You know where the poets is At the perfume store, in the buffet line On philosophical corners, drawing sevens in concrete You know where the poets is Off riding green horses, profaning the inevitable But never on purpose Lips pursed in verses, spitting juice like plums do Ooh, that ish delicious Yo, I croon like doo-wops You, you know this life is vicious And it seems the only option is to cling To the mind that retains the faculty to dream And it seems the only option is to cling To the mind that retains the faculty to dream In Duane Reade screaming, "I'm not the same me" Meaning soul graffiti bubblin' over Summer soldier, cut from the cloth of October Beat made from two metal cans Various spectrums of an evil parallelogram Could you see that? Would you bear my eyes? Rhetorical gestures that merit reply State communist verse the based abomunist Entrance fee is paying homage Patiently awaiting context White boys in my crew look Amish, honest And the negros is walkin' around talkin' 'bout NeoHooDoo Askin', "who you?" Don't mention what you do for money Isn't that funny? Screw face, moot case I never demean the self with definition Exquisite sense of what's hittin' That's kept me on this lonesome trail Sink or swell, I'm out to open sea Croonin', strummin', open sea, no capo Coterie of lame-os, skullduggery and baking soda volcanoes Laser eye like Kano So run up to get done up You lookin' like the corduroy coon's latest come up, psh "Welcome to my rap show," said the spider to the fly As long as I'm living, as long as I'm alive As long as I'm in this environment There's certain things that not only myself But everyone should do to be able to survive I find that it's very important for me To understand the idea of martial arts Actually ,it's spontaneous To me, it was only natural, just to flow into this type of movement Since it was part of my culture and lifestyle You see, some people play tennis, some people deal with golf, bowling I don't feel like I'm getting that kind of confrontation That thing coming at me, that's a negative aspect Saying was that we lost a language And being more specific, in terms of the music, drum instruments They said just now, you see, what it was I don't sendin' God hope and because of certain kind of Relying on your past that, but the thing that I've Yeah, I think so you know, that' the big Sometimes almost like a contradiction that you set up with inside And it's not only two-fold with it They talkin' about the two parts of the brains It's multi-fold Because, see, that simple type of sadness may produce Like, just, subdivisions of that sadness That takes on all different kinds of degrees of sadness See, and maybe sadness 'cause somebody told you that there was death And maybe sadness because you broke your favorite dish But it's all sadness, but different types of sadness But lumped up, it's just one big sadness