LYRICS BORN: 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/
LATEEF: 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 / G
E=MC2 don’t be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted
/ 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
LYRICS BORN: 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 infinite introspective splendor, / Represented by the
Treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth’s center, / Incentive
Isn’t it? LATEEF: 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. / LYRICS
B: ‘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. LATEEF: 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 LB:
All different shapes and sizes going wherever / LATEEF: But all of one
Entity / LYRICS BORN: That I had brought together for my pleasure / Watch
This now, /
—SIDE BY SIDE AGAIN (TO THE ENDING)
LATEEF: As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation /
But you fuck ’round with this and you’ll get aten.
LYRICS BORN; Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons
Rendered from a rusty Ford fender, /
LYRICS BORN 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.
LATEEF: You gettin laid to rest / ain’t slayin’ Latyrx / you gettin laid to
Rest / over the Sunset’s edge