Rapper turned Songwriter, eclectic influences from post-punk and folk to sample-based music and electronica.
Story behind the song
This is actually the first non-introductory track to an album I've compiled the music for called A Century In A Second. I'm working on the lyrics bit by bit.
Lyrics
I rock ganjas with the non God conscious, who're ironically right in God's palm, lifted; y'knocked out if their arms' lifted. They've all flipped wigs - bic flippin' dip sh** s, armed, gifted (all in their own sense).
On some nonsense, on and on, etc... it's ever so borin'.
"Blah-de-blah, kid, whatcha snortin'?" And I'm retarded.
MEANWHILE, MAINSTREAM Messianic and Masonic, it's iconic.
My vernacular, it's uncommon; I establish a pentameter all its own (so Con Corazon with it). Wicka wicka at the castle - half a pastor, half an asshole.
A tabernacle in an adam's apple. Ill advised strife; Miller Hi Life with a killer high, I'll attack you (if you're Alabaman, Out-of-Towners, dressing like Thousand Island... it's still Cali, dammit).
Valley RANT like a Taliban! Hip-hop tried to have Cali banned - I stole Ah-Nuld's Anti Gambling Grant. Now I fund ditties on vinyl with profundity only I know. I rule, like Ganon should Hyrule.
Grab your medi-kits or die, fools, in itty kibbly bits - dry food. And save your etiquettes - I'll be honest in a pinch; mulatto witty kid here to party til I'm lynched. ACTUALLY, that'd be half-lynched; squished like the guys in Avalanche, cos I'm 'bove average at the rap sh** - and I'm a fool; my GPA up and down like a ball in Badminton. AND I'm unlikeable (cept when I light the bowl - course, if no one like you blown, you might've been born without that muscle helps you smile... )
... a soul. Why don't we delve in ours without alarms sounding off without a cause?
Just 20 pounds of bars.
