This was inspired by my girlfriend, a house dj who goes by Domino, I originally wrote this track to Wu-Tangs Ice Cream Beat. When I heard Anno Domini of soundclick fame was having a contest, I found the beat that matched the lyrics. The song took 5th
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Lyrics
Standing ontop a pyramid one eye poked out
The sun rises in the east and sets in my mouth
When I open up you better have your sun block out
Tan-Lines are sexy My Rhymes are Sketchy
Blacked Out
Old School Old Soul Milli Milliinea old, I was prolly bustin on bongo's
when the dino's roamed/Surrounded by my circle of sabertooth Bones,
Hello asalamalakum hola bonjour shalom
Still a nomad you can peep how I roam I pack light all I got is this mic
so baby I'm home, on the stage give you a little Hunter's Gozo
Fear and Loathing Cries and Moaning I am Going down the rabbit Hole
I am hoping I never hit Bottom I am Glowing with the Vegas Glow
Up in the buddist robe
Standing ontop of the Luxor with The Mircrophone.
They Don't know what They Don't know
They Fall Like Domino's
your not an emccee your an animal,
give you more in a cypher then your flight or fight response can handle,
words untamable yet tangible, flow
unatainable, yet somehow still palpable...all natural when the spirits channeled, listen for the babble,
La Lu La lu lalle halla la la luyah, neva neva knew ya you rock with me, my spirit go right through ya
These dangerous times call for dangerous rhymes, ominous forboding flows, and cryptic metaphoric lines,
going grey like a spy at anytime I could just disappear clear into the background noise and hide, but I choose to
put my personal safety aside that's exactly what you do when you come to finally decide leave it all behind,
Step onto the world stage and really speak your mind shine for for the better of alll man
They Don't know what They Don't know
They Fall Like Domino's
I am the only guy off my block that just by using his head can unloosen a noosemans not aint got ill rhymes
my lines decompose and rot but thanks to these nanoshots I might have another shot, particle form in a particle
storm walkin on a barnacle floor up to the gargoyle door knock thrice, please sir can i have some more, what
you want some more, Dominos no dice,
These horrible
truths we hold to be sublime and self evident,
hatcha gonna do in the room with the gorilla and the elephants sound the sirens evacuate the residents the end
is nye so write whateva the relevance, darken then penmenship scribe like the ancient,
start scribblin backwards like
a hospice patient, wastin your that time anymore makin aint God, so when you die in complaence dont consider it odd
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