MYTHICAL

Renaissance festival garb Natty dread, El DeBarge Might pull your elder's card Nigga rap like Frylock's son Floating over a rug of Hydrox crumbs I might be on one Icy hot numb Met eyes, locked thumbs, this my wedding shotgun Drums like stampeding oxen I guess you lost 'em B210 Datsun Flossin', Powers, Austin With the asparagus fern Time couldn't justify the arrogance earned More holes and old lies at the speed lead nosedives The fallacy of both sides, ghost ride the subconsciousness Extra medium and I'm off the shits Confrontation with its awkwardness Under the parlor Palm, martyr calm as ever Need a harder beverage like I need a hemorrhaging carotid artery, not hardly Altered the car battery with an open chest, recharge it We not starving artists, we not starving We not starving artists, we not starving Giovanni Ribisi type sneaky, go-getter, vegan white cheddar, please, panini croissant I don't know if the message is getting across Mythical like a sack of dirt from a free black nation Five-fifths mic check, my inner fire is high tech The world is run by stress Blessings multiply with acknowledgment In my household this is common sense Peace of mind would be a worthwhile accomplishment We abandoned the fortress How does famine inform the gorgeous Mammon and Gore endorsements Littering the timeline, bickering on boxed wine The cavalry comes babbling, casualty-cum-laude Only the moon seen my outtakes Met the same disaster, trying to confront the game master Hypnosis, wooly Moses, okra, oats, ocean Space Princess Lumpy dancin' for me Chapter 29, beatitude, beatitude Be attitude, be attitude