Latyrx

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