Buddha Complex - Live From The Foodchain (Remix)
Needed a new beat cus I lost the old one
Do you like peanut butter?!
YES?!
Then you'll truly love Buddha Complex's delicious grooves!
APF doesn't exist anymore. It's just Buddha Complex and maybe some other heads if they got they act write.
Story behind the song
Your mother told me to
Lyrics
Verse 1/
Equiped with cunning linguistics to lick every woman's wounds
With the paint brush with death to touch up ya canvas' blues
Damn it, you escape my way thru avenues
I fell head over heels in love with lust for you as a parachute
Pantomime trapped in the corner of an invisible box
When the eyes of mine and that certain individual locks (damn)
The dust still ain't settle, I'm the one responsible
Illogical how I stuff the message into the bottle full
of whine fermentin to apply to the phonics when
I dig up memories to display and play archaeologist
In my dreams, Death gets near when I hold fate
Thats why I fold days in golden cranes to float away
Moments placed in broken frames of mind, even though
you don't even know I decompose with my bleedin soul
The sun blind sided me and from the east it rose
Maybe I wanted to eat the choch underneathe the clothes
hook/
You'd die if you saw it, be alive if you saw it
And if you saw it, then I'd have to do the same
Whether the dreams or paper chase, I walk with feet of clay
Still not knowin my place on the goddamned food chain
x2
Verse 2/
You might know the tight rope we all wanna cross
You might fold or you might go on and on
Well, I'm no safety net, my name is James and
I'm already a victim of a bitches ass radius
I don't wanna fall in love for the sake of love
And I don't wanna take a random slut and penetrate her butt
Those that paved the way tell me to follow the road
But do I eat it or does it really swallow me whole?
I mean, I could offer anger in a fist or finger
But circumstance could have it rearranged for pleasure
I would kick it to Fate but I don't have the balls
And Death comes aknockin but I don't return her calls
I could easilly speak a rhyme between the thighs
But beneathe the sight isn't neccesarily a queen to mine
I breathe a sigh of relief to speak my mind
I mean, do I eat the kitten or do I feed the lion?/ hook
Verse 3/
In this cold world, what would I want of she?
I want her to be the one to catch snowflakes on the tongue with me
I wanna get to you durin a cold night over tea and cigarettes
You won't mean nothing till I see the intellect
We'll dance on the moonlight, we'll make love on clouds
My mouth'll take a pilgrimage towards ya south
While savorin the scenery, hidden way beneathe the jeans
It's the way we'll speak while we lay beneathe the sheets
I'll tattoo lovesongs on ya shoulder blades
Usin nothing but the tongue and hands that wrote the page
But you gotta understand, I'm not suave in any sense
I came empty handed and don't expect ta exit a penny less
I'll admit, the prospect of sex is lurin me
I'm a fort knox of scars with state of the art insecurities
I wanna interogate the tears inside ya iris
and I wanna lick ya wounds till you climb, climb, climax/ hook
