i stand tall
like im walkin on stilts all day
say words in the milkiest of ways
in the world in the galaxy
my brain where all the talent be
always galant never goofus,
doofus thats a fallacy,
stitch rhymes so tight
im weavin up a tapestry
of persian descent,
close the curtains
so much power in my person
ive got extra for rent,
extrovert
turn introvert once the paper and the pen
blend, look within to send thoughts
often hard to comprehend
comprable to shit in the old testament
thats a testament to my intelligence
and how its heaven sent
always see me, sippin green tea
by the bucket, with any luck
ill let you carry my luggage
up the steps to the top floor
of the biltmore
till your tired and worn
been inspired
since befofe you were born

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spinnin in a whirlpool
of old school sound
spinnin like a spool
of thread being wound
spinnin in a world so cruel
a downward spiral
spinnin all my records
the sound is going viral

impressed like music
onto vinyl
when im stressed just use it
to kill tracks
do shit homicidal
crashin on the shore
like the tidal in a full moon
whoop ya like your mother
with the wood spoon
always in a good mood
dude, the pressure just eludes me
lovable like dr huxtable
and rudy
writin songs for the children
im blume, comma, judy
dont judge me, or superfudge me
or get split like a dutch master
by the clutch rapper
known as mc decibel
steppin in the tux, dapper
think your out of luck, slacker
i just past ya
while you were passed out
in the back of my packard
out in ireland
sippin on guiness
like where they keep the records
destroy a beat
pull a hit single out of the wreckage
i reckon ill be first
youll come in second

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demand not to become a man
kicked around
got expanded understanding
of how nouns and kicks compound
into a new sound
that your bound
to come around to
so untie the chains that youre bound to
a fuckin solider like kellen winslow
cam brady do anything to win though
shatter minds like bricks through car windows
spit cold wind flows
that freeze shit quick like when cold wind blows
blow up like a ford pinto
while you cant afford the limo
not enough beans
word streams out my mouth
are the composition of dreams
teens assemble on my lawn in teams
waitin for their mainstream vaccines
dont stop me now
im bumpin queen on the 18th green
clean shades
and faded jeans thats my daily routine
know what i mean?

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