a dream a paraplegic can hold the paralyzed tap your feet in the cold
i'm bold with the chile and the lemon season in this is no my reason
through fire let me breathe it in highly strong you get played like a mandolin
go missing in the sampling beg for your life but the king ain't listening
even if you're ambling even if you're angling even if your hand is in both
all my pockets and we all come together like the plugs and the sockets
tie me up in the mix i spit so dark with a gob full of licorice
lyricish limericks fun twist the ticklish
blanch twist the fickleness only spit on the meatiest
want to bring the fire like prometheus telltale signs of a genius
sorry it's something funny making boo -koo
pookie money just a spooky fluky trigger happy
motherfucking sorry with the same old predatory
story money power territory i got multi -story
allegory in my laboratory oratory fuck your territory and your glory
we've been here since nursery we're still here no bursary we all
live
