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Feel the positive essence of the words as you repeat them Be relaxed with them and permit them to merge with your mind and become a part of you Okay, fuck all that bullshit though I'm picky, I only open books that glow Whodunnits and cozy mysteries, who stole the crypt keys Who showed the minions to the minced meat, it was me Hut-hut, helmet off, blitz the whole bitstream Override the A/V in, with A/V out the in-between IV in, one of Epi, onе of Ralph Steadman Phoebe Judgе, EPMD, The Amazing Kreskin His bag is a braided bread, in the oven for 30 days It's never the same twice, it's always a perfect bake It's purple prose when you're looking for just the facts You wanna know where I been, some other where nothing's mapped Lost in the Waldbaums, faded facing 30,000 square feet of wrong aisle Long Isle, strong man, roll up in a Pontiac siege tower Fire an arrow 45 degrees down Accounting for the breeze I can do that shit where you nock two arrows at once And shoot the counter, separate things I can hit a moving target from a moving target It's a rabbit from an equine, it's an ET from a starship The stoicism only misdirection for the metrics It doesn't represent the actual pressure through the plexus Or that maybe why I terrible with names is 'cause I'm special Letras de cancionesAt memorizing the exits during those same seconds I jumped into a volcano Climbed up, only to say my today is not on no today show All recorded history is forfeit to the fuego It's infinite present tense, presently on some next Referencing something ancient that play to current events In a way that feels just too flagrant to've occur by itself I know that sound absurd as all hell I don't even know what I'm saying for certain, surely it's "help" Uhhhh, help? You have to decide to overcome your fear and ask for help Help! No one will know you need it, unless you ask Same bat-time, same bat-channel Same flatline, same plaid flannel Same bad gamble, same graf name on the ax handle Brand new taxidermied mammal on the mantle, man Man, I ain't sneaking by the sleeping bear I mean, if you ain't down to let it eat you, why you even here? Pigeon on my shoulder like a goth Rio The putdown Picasso here to un-massage the ego I'm friend or foe depending on the content in your keynote And not above the lobbing of a rotten tomatillo Honestly, it's getting hard to watch like paradise for parking lots Nevermind that parking lots are paradise, the paradox Oh the places you'll go and exploding aerosols The running with a boiling beaker in a pair of tongs Drink a shot of ant and roach, eat a bowl of Cherry Bombs With peri-peri, no, with chimichurri sauce Boyhood drawing b-boys with big sneakers 'til the shoe fit Now they pouring plaster in the foot print Take it to the lab, show the cast to the bullpen All you get is choruses of "I call bullshit" That's how a giant flyeth under the radar for so long Y'all underestimate the day-arc I'm on The stay dark at dawn, carnival barker The autumn Barbasol marksman The can up the arm of his Nautica parka At large, from playing Dig Dug at the IHOP To undead three-inch-punching a pine box To, magus of the month, three months standing In more than magenta, yellow and cyan ink It's a wave, it ebb and it swell It could celebrate the memory or separate the cells It could focus on excelling or accentuate the Hell That's excellent, can it send help? Cause uh, help? Just remember, it's up to you to choose to get help Help! And there is nothing to be embarrassed about, it will only help you From Letras Mania