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the man of a thousand past,walking in a cloud of gas
coughing like a hound that gasped talking through a shaolin mask
gawking as the scoundrels pass,powers cast to prowl a stash
of two tenacious worlds bound to clash where the flowers ash
look what i've found at last the garden of edens tarnish
the the sharpest tool in the shed and core of indecent garments
a h*** it was called to deepen the cracks of the surface
of which you'd concave for fair trade like the tactics of merchants
ground breaking,the towns shaking, loud ringing
alarms distract cerebral hemispheres from out breaking
frowned faces drowned placements liquid forces trapped us
pushing tortoise backwards in order we'd deport the axis
its not a source or fact its time to fly and board the ship
of mother natures gums of vapor channelings her organs glitch
i've hit the peak i cant afford to miss the priceless things
i could dream on night and gleam at the sky with cream




I can read your mind but dont judge a book by its cover
See at least my eyes can tell one from crook from another
Something about this game confuses me when I listen close
its like they hold us artist hostage..soon as we hit the road
we meet people across the nation contemplating our arrival
that would be brief it they could contest in a song recital
when we leave at night we wish our deepest poems could reach
the same crowd but we are prone speak
slave labor revived itself in musical tunes
mic chords for whips our vocals used to soothen the mule
and the mule is the ass hole that controls it
small as the meer bubbles made from a goldfish
im homesick, where should I lay when im tired
in raekwons kitchen on a table of wire?
hands full of dollar bills money talks gossip kills
so i stand tall with pair of brown copper stilts