I'm just a decent lyricist who had a peak experience
So now I think in circles and speak in pyramids
2006: same shit, different century
It's killing me how people still believe the myth of entropy
Write my own equations, spiral spoken language
The rapping session backwoods legend, broke and famous
I drop a random flow that burns a perfect Mandelbrot
Crop sign, then drop rhymes for the fans at home
Lately I've been tripping off the math that I see
Patterns in trees, cuz everything is fractals to me
I live with the proof you go broke spitting the truth
I'm finished with dudes debating over who's sicker than who
... that punchline shit is honestly pathetic
So I drop it without pausing for the audience to get it (got it?)
And thank God for quality pot, dudes who deliver the goods
Watching the crop cuz they live in the woods
And it's the naked ape who's got the wake and bake ritual
Pack an eighth a day and spit razor blade syllables
It's not true till it hurts, so I refused to rehearse
Got blazed onstage, started doing my verse, it went:
Second nature — three shots, and then a chaser
I waited twenty minutes, then I grabbed the pen and paper
I rock a rictus grin with a twist of gin
Just to loosen up the lizard skin that I exist within
Usually buzzed — lately when I'm doing some drugs
I'm stupid enough to wake up in a cruiser with cuffs
Around the bend, lost contact with a thousand friends
Practiced mountain Zen, but that shit's about to end...
We bring the funk, spitting up something hicks can bump
Up on the back roads, getting mad stoned and liquored up
Until your liver busts, learn to switch it up to different drugs
The soundtrack to crashing your dad's pickup truck
If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished
Then can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?
Dig it — I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space
And that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today
Before I see inside the back of my head
There's a lot of facts and events that probably have to be said
But fuck it: the track's in motion, crack it open
Lay my brain on the table and try to map the ocean
My frontal lobes roll every drunken show
Where I'd bust a flow, puke outside and stumble home
Memory gaps, too much missing, never relaxed
Not knowing if I settled all my debts with the past
Jaw tension, freestyle tapes, lost sessions
Fallen angels caught messing with God's weapons
But life is different now, I used to be a kid with doubts
Denied the visions and blocked the signals out
I lost connection in all directions
Forgot that each breath has been a pretty awesome blessing
And it's all perception, a million mixed messages
So keep your mind moving and your fingertips sensitive
If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished
Then can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?
Dig it — I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space
And that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today
I grew up sleeping late and reading strange comic books
So every time I let my mind go, my mom was shook
But now today, I found a way to twist the digits back
And if you don't see it, so be it — I can live with that...
New (2014) project with Thirtyseven and Godforbid (That Handsome Devil) going distinctly apeshit over Dr. Quandary and Louis Mackey productions. Algorhythms
