OMENS & TOTEMS

Old Old, old, totem They're still getting off on confessional prose poems, bold omens Professional rappers often only heard postmortem Perhaps try trade school, electrician training seems prescient The best apprentices are a tad hesitant, teachers too Most people try to delete their blues, and with it, most of life But those are dirty thoughts on such a gorgeous night This beat sound like a long walk to the dumpster Funk like nostrils of muenster, made myself an apostle of wonder I want to behold magnificence I want to behold magnificence The seed sprouted and we shouted way past rooftops Walk across, indeed, poppin' bottles off The sprout grew to sapling eye, that's what's happening Lost in shade, then umber, the way to the under The permanent other bardmen Dreams are nursed in darkness and there's no parking, no foot Preaching the rhyming word is absurdist Pledging allegiance before reading the terms of service agreement No antecedent, order the ancestor moth meetin' And tonight, I'm holding court with my heathens A staff made of Pringles, beard lookin' wizardly I remember it vividly, send the enemy my utmost sympathies Ruby yacht, we scream it diligently, pillage differently On a teeter totter with lasers lurks milky moon Word to Skipp Coon I never needed freedom papers I never needed freedom papers Gimme space to wave my arms around Sword have you in the mood to put your armor down It's the gumption of the gumshoe Living room Kung Fu, you gon' have to catch me first My net worth is not material This day began with flax milk and cereal Prolly end with rice and beans Fuck wealth and the hype machine Rather have health and an icy spring, or electrician training I can hear a rapper hesitating But that won't pay this car note, will it? Out the barrel into the skillet Out the barrel into the skillet And the whole time I was screamin' Mm, a-la, hey, Mm, a-la Mm, a-la, hey, Mm, a-la Mm, a-la, hey, Mm, a-la Mm, a-la, hey