Latyrx

Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about,
 Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground.
 Why do they love it so?
 Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes,
 And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts,
 Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into
 Deep, dark, space around Taurus,
 And the Mormons can't explain the stars reflectin' in her corneas.
 It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets which
 Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and-
 Who was it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit?
 She had to forfeit little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.
 Privately, we recorded her,
 Intimately, yes! We courted her with-
 "Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my-
 Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely,
 We will explore your inquisitive tendencies;
 The intrinsic and the explicit,
 We won't inhibit any of your inquiry,
 But first the fire must be met then quenched by you candidly and randomly venting any
 Thoughts, memories, anything!
 It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!"
 So we left gravity,
 Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then,
 Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts,
 And then I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,
 Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a thickened band of taffy,
 Assuming every length and shape imaginable,
 Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,
 But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly,
 I shot out like a javelin after her screams,
 First matching her speed, then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her,
 But the web I spun had not strengthened yet,
 And the momentum sent them stretching through my intentions, And I popped!
 Dolly lost. . . . . . .
 And Lorraine. . . . . .
 Plopped back down into her bedroom,
 And coughed
 Born
 The correlation
 Relation shapin'
 The forms
 Are takin' their stations warned
 We're warmed
 The verbal intercourse and mind fornication
 Is on, whine, design is tight,
 Corn burn more than blunts
 Or oil at midnight
 The clock turns, as it often does
 Fight it with all ya might scrub
 Ya learn more if ya listen
 Timing is more than tic-toc-tickin'
 Rippin's a mission so come equipped
 But not with remote clickin's or clips
 In the nine
 Ya mind
 Is fine
 With me
 Brother
 Ya chickens, you caint rhyme
 And punks react violently
 But bad men respond silently
 Later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely
 Privately
 Commenting on society
 Modestly,
 Honestly,
 Asking why fools even try it
 When they're undeniably
 And obviously,
 Undoubtedly,
 Decidedly,
 Wack
 I strech out and expand
 In 3-D like
 Galaxies establishing terrestrial contact, like
 Roll up the windows, crank the heat, relax recline the seat,
 And thank Lateef,
 Take two and pass,
 Give it a little gas and ask
 "What's the riddle mean?"
 Fantastic
 Synchopated audiosyncratic madness
 Concentrated
 Focused
 On the rabbit
 Like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine
 Armed with claws that bring murderous tragedies
 To even human beings burdened with feelings of sadness
 Ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest
 Sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em
 Before that
 I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action
 In sound clashes
 Bastard I'm the fastest
 Quick draw
 Like: western classics
 BIG JAW, voice cuts like a saw
 Sprinkling you like Magic
 As the cataclysm hits
 Like SMACK
 Vocabic havoc cracks
 Your sternum, spine, and scapula
 Spectacularly
 Propelling you backwards over the edge
 Of the track
 Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple,
 You will notice from your new knowledge experience,
 That the distance from the crust to the mantle to the core,
 Is much greater than previous measurements,
 And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a myriad of new findings,
 Different from the supposed truths,
 The ample evidence we presented,
 It complemented our argument that "everything is impermanent".
 Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element has suggested is legitimate,
 And finally, as a reminder,
 The precious metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment,
 Cannot compare to the infinitespective splendor,
 Represented by the treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center,
 Incentive isn't it?
 Yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes,
 You're dealing with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh,
 You wan test surely ya jest, look, lets just get
 One thing correct before ya step focus on breath, breath, breath,
 One rep,
 Breath, breath, breath,
 Select yet another set of styles? Yup, yup, yep,
 Each one as hard as erections I got to flex, flex, flex,
 For project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex,
 While you're caught up,
 Thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex,
 And more flesh, flesh, flesh,
 Robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness
 Most of these rappers are talking shit out of the side of they neck
 What the heck?
 It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less
 And lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press,
 You gotta do it yourself
 Quiet as kept, kept, kept,
 If my work is respected I collect checks, checks, checks,
 They cain't all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest
 So I aint stressin' off that bullshit.
 'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard?
 I've authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred,
 And I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone,
 I kicked the devil in his neck without my rosary on.
 And I checked out the vampire's nest
 Sans garlic, dissed his harlots, then without the crucifix
 Plunged the wooden stake deep inside his chest
 Pinned him!
 Thrashing around in the bottom of his sarcophagus
 Writhing around
 Till the only thing left,
 Were little scraps of nothingness
 Those scattered all about infinity
 All different shapes and sizes going wherever
 But all of one entity
 That I had brought together for my pleasure
 Watch this now,
 Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons rendered from a rusty Ford fender,
 You get your steak and eggs,
 Your Caesar vinaigrette,
 Savor your cigarette,
 'Cuz I'ma tape your lips,
 Become my marionette,
 You curtsy, pirouette,
 And when my blade caresses,
 I scrape my bayonet,
 You lose your favorite legs,
 I love that fragrance,
 Playful Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous,
 You slaying La-Tyrx?
 You're driving majorettes,
 Over some acreage.
 As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation
 But you fuck 'round with this and you'll get aten.
 You gettin laid to rest
 Ain't slayin' Latyrx
 You gettin laid to rest
 Over the Sunset's edge