Ten Songs and Nine Blocks of Tofu

Here's the situation I'm beyond elation Where's modulation in my preparation Sensation burn as I churn culture recently learned Consistent but still insistent on poor precision Of resistant tongue rap with a compromised lung Post-acoustic covers that are half-heartedly sung Today I betray the peaceful quiet moment Slay ten songs written by a more potent poet With a ceremonial knife rife with blood stained strife That's just life save amputated digits with ice Everybody has a price, mine is nine blocks of tofu Vacuum sealed in the freezer taking earned refuge Every sweatshirt I wear aids in my slight of hand Pose grand in the sand rep my swimsuit brand