Yeah this is the best press. It is not for anybody that's happy. This is for anybody who is locked inside a white wall
Yo
Ink blots and blocks built
Box office bunker bomb brunette, Satan fellas mock spills
I pop pills legally to wash cloths, stare at your clock still
Addiction is my dead ex, her lips the color of cold meat
After we kiss there's an odd chill
Temperature drops til my breath circles the house
Now I can rot milk
Causing a morning frost over to wash sod hills
Turning green gra** to sickles of ice
Stopping this mother roses but the tops wilt from my touch
Who can lift this curse, maybe the gods will
Or not, I'm not well
I got gills and breathe through my skin like frogs on pond silt
Rain out, gray clouds on my coffee
Hands tremble from no play, all work
Tunnel vision is cone shaped
Fold space and time, no flight, gold flakes
Palm full of powder blue, pink pills control fate
I go graze and yellow blades and pastures of sulk and sadness captured
Who put your stupid feelings on a board and master
Sold to hackers, I'm that outcasted backpacker basher
Afterlife, dreamsicle tickle me with laughter
While you buck and smoking water guns getting jiggy
I back the piggy like Freud
I'm on Elavil milligram 20, vertigo dizzy
Numb as an ice bin, you get pit roasted quickly
Cause modern rap utter milkers is brick cheese
I'm that first crack absorption split second hit tees
Unconquerable, ?? and honorable Jabberwocky constable
Unorthodox gallop gallant under flocks of co*k-a-Tzu's
I spy planets like the Hubble Telescope's real design
Don't watch the news like they want you to
I file stringed lines of dead emcees strangled
50 horses when a Scythian king dies
Rip butchery, pulling strings tight, as ratchet cords grip
Shrinking faces, spit out teeth like bullets ripping from wisped hymes
Ink line, words like calves kick human genitals to split sides
Spurt intestines out, bellies rolling back, pink eye
I was hit by the sun beam, tongues bleed from slits in it
Absorbing crystal bits, I am the lizard king
How many of you know you're really alive just a little bit
I love my skittles, drink scripts just a thimble sip
Sunshine acid vintage triple dip
I lost it already right, I think, unless you, maybe not
Or riddle this, under a cigarette smoke sprinkled mist
Past out on stage like Morrison leading a seven mile snake slithering
Slug-like in slippers on my front lawn tripping wig
Why talk about the same sh**
It's for the idiots stuck in a bad trip listening
And I never gave permission for a jock to speak
On a mic stop and sleep
These new rap hackers internet, what are they laptop and beats
Overwhelmed frontal lobes with linked madness
Scrabble babble and bloggeries
These lambs kicking industrial strength attitude, not for me
I'm like Ginsberg salvaging a steel-plated moxie speech
Dipped in acid lake
Windsock breeze blowing trails set sail and pilot
My paragraph is Husky Boy section
A poster boy for failed diets
Underdark arcane radio pirate
Heart ice like Martha Pan on the forward deck
Bow hook, swing jealous steel plunges into the lower neck
Burn posters trend driven slick shape diction around fashion blab
Valley talk gangster ease idioms while cash is fad
Fanzine artist adopt one version of a geek speak bag of gas
I'm still sane, milk cacti shakes to wash down the acid tabs
(Allow your thoughts to dissolve. Relax your mind, release the tension. Let go of fear. (There is no phenomenon other than what arises in the mind...) (except the experience). Release your mental chatter. Go into pure presence. See seize the precision of the purpose. Go into pure awareness, infinity is waiting. Perceptions. Feel the intensity of the si-fi. You are gaining access to the infinite field of intensity. Presence consciousness has awakened. You are experiencing a reality of what is. Look into the present. There is no past, there is no future, there is only now.)