Aeronautics - They (Short Version) lyrics

Playing my alto, for sax of tenors I fused rain and sand dunes, contracting a mirage Miraculously enraged, Mire and asphalt imprisoned Then in came they, spirits invigorating spirit My nerd foundations grew higher , street comprehension Bridging the gap, with a sensation of suspension Fit like a pigeon in a coop or coup d'état to a troop Co-operatively loved 'The Rap Loop' so soon wrapped me in the loop Jump-ing in a Che-vy, bump-ing GKMC Scrunched up in the back seat, let my styles roam free An entendre entente emba**y The diamond grind defied the time like no-one trusted Shirley Ba**ey But in the back of my mind, I knew I was wrestling Whether you do hip-hop or even equestrian Go through with it you'll soon get a denouement effecting y'all They blocked me up against the wall like cholesterol Uh, the bridge was over, criminal minds they made a shroud They hit the roll-ups, hit the lines, and hit the clouds But I'm Aeronautics, so hit the lines from the clouds Spied him through a blunt, placed an 'x' then 'BLAOW!' Out the Cutla** "Your sorcery turned my protege to morphine I would school you properly, straight, but see your all lean." Shook my head, cool, but hot to leave, but he implored me Went from scorning, brawny and bawdy to washed like fluorine "Buddy cops, in a hurry clock us, so quick cop this buddy Take a puff just once, it don't make you no druggie." "So if I k** a man once, it don't make me no murderer? And if I believe you, it don't mean I've heard of ya or im full of ya? Bullsh** The damn dickens, flushed red, begging for more, hoping for a Twist Smelling of raw, the remnants of raw dismissed Through crowds i swept, flashing past and purging reign Out on the left was acid rap and other purple rain from purple veins The Prince, through these paths of rhythm, his tribe formed a pack of five dogs The blowpipe smoking, dart-toting, glacking hive God Flaunted a gang-hood, estranged, he drove the reigns forward Gave unleashed hounds like Rainsford, arranged like a foreword Jumped out my skelly, still with GKMC Was like the end of FC3, someone just hit RT On caffeine, coffin was a jumpsuit, down on luck and downstream Woke up out of that dream, beamed at Jesus, and streamed reams of extreme cream, breathing