The Mad Conductor - Yo Kid lyrics

Yo, I roll a tone parallel to Harlem from county jail to Arkham Expand across the planets soft candy coating I'll never rock it if the brand's demoting I'd rock the iron coat and know my spine'd cope prolly soaked Cause I'm infected with that Venom symbiote I wasn't born I was a**embled On a canva** in a lab like Mona Lisa A mile east of Boca Vista Causing the tidal wave that might'a gave ya broken skis On northern Nova Scotian seas A modest chain around my neck Five electrodes on my skull The storm destroyed the hull and now I'm null Never saw the form Allah while locked to normal law My form was off until I lost the form And saw no form was high form Inform your foremen of the protocol Neglect the intellect to know it all Yet it's hectic cause there's no scene to accept this Eclectic sense, tense electric fence with extra strength Around a plot on the Gaza Strip Across from where a brothel sits At a hostel in Dublin I met a waitress from LA And bounced a.s.a.p. the next day Now I can't see the point in your song Perhaps I got it wrong But it curdles my blood when I listen I'm wishin' that I hadn't paid admission But the fact's that I'm here Now where that is it isn't clear And still I'm shiftin' gears across your list of fears Until I disappear Kid, bow down to my sector You're too young to be selector (2X) Materialized on Melpomene and Tchoups And hopped a freight train Read a lot to stay sane I'm in the same frame as Oroku Saki Go through ya'local posse like a mobile zombie playin roller hockey, No fool could stop me, But these nihilistic currents almost washed me up ashore Like tide detergent My memoirs a poisoned reservoir Of my voyage in the d**h Star Where once in an unkempt attempt to stamp me in my camp They stormed my tent But not enough men were sent to clamp me In my damp, dark, murky fortress that I happen to inhabit With rabid packs of rabbits Hoarding fourteen poison carrots My cabin's made of barge planks and clap board To withstand large tank attacks Before that monk's spade I bring the axe I don't sleep I am sleep My grip could rip the sewer through the street While melt letters puff and melt Like a mallow on a stick in the third dimension Preserve your nervous tension With solidified bacon fat consistency Never mind the mystery To think is to not know So run from the constable with no thought to clot the flow At the Ragnarok battle spot when on a roll My blood could block a shark And calm a bull Kid, bow down to my sector You're too young to be selector (2X) (fixed by mat)