Crimson

Now for a futher complication It's going down Sonny Liston Diction smoother that Lonnie Liston Smith Bring friction to respiratory systems Air tight with the metaphor depictions that's a given Like leaving little kittens all smitten With physical-mind balance Mystical like Alice Coltrane Cold train, cold rain precipitation status Dark talons grip the trident like Poseidon Strange glow on the cusp of the horizon The mind slaughter on the map Pouring wax smoothies, seeking pins Sneaky clip bumped 'til the speakers ripped Funk from the lips to the hips to the K Swiss hand-me-downs Sandy brown suede with the off white trim, fat laces Wrong place with 'em, bring 'em home still grim Caked with the bronze clay from the park pitch by the gym Helicopter high, twin blade propellor, hella live Stracciatella mozzarella 'til i die When we landed on this planet first deciphered all the language And coded our own to feed the banquet from the lizard brain Neat scotch and cocaine Found the main vein syphoned the source of no pain Magnificent, oscillate from peace to belligerent Illiterate ignorants get their ligaments torn, yo be vigilant Most comparison of false equivalence Omnipotent scripts pick Jerusalem Thorns Blowing up like dynamite Tiger striped, bison wild, mighty Maik Python grip, viper bite, render crews to trilobites When he moves the iron eyes, turn the moon to fireflies Love it if you love it like a philophile Passionately ride or die, Jider, Sly and High-Ku style, why surprised? Keep it ancient AF, Deus on a bible vibe Time is nigh, taking over all your tubes and Spotify Bottom like, modify the origins of modern life The city under siege from a flock of Starlings As the murmuration now mesmerizes the weak In the 20th Arrondissement we pour bottles in our sleep Razor clam for table 5 Not a soul left alive for ministry The synergy of imagery that lingers to infinity plus And bust millimeter accurate artillery zings Amongst articulated similes of trivial things like Suede-brimmed snapbacks, pure premium Believe me when I oscillate from deviant comedian To high like helium, uh-huh, to holy medium To keeper of a nonchalant Athenian bohemian Here ripe for the plucking And a dozen Fine de Clair No 3, son, ripe for the shucking Spit game at em like, do you come here often? Then premature demise like Philip Seymour Hoffman Uh, killer hornet stinger forward soaring towards the chorus Touring, pouring every quart of vocal cord performance in Sing songs for Singaporeans and klick for Klingons The clan make the crowd clap, the roaring of the audience What do you hear? I hear the water I hear the birds Do you hear your own heartbeat? No Old man How is it that do you hear these things? Young man, how is it that you do not?