Yeah this one called two-three-eight, it’s nothing special…number (let’s get this)
This is my own code that’s why
This stuff is telepathy
Rerecord some old shit I think because I got better at my vocal style, man, I swear
That’s a hundred bars I swear to God
Shit is lethal, I swear that’s a hun’ed, man
Yeah thats pretty good
Lets check this out
Man, am I going to have to do this again?
Man…
Make sure your vocals is right, m’nugget
Man how am I gonna do this again?
Turn the treb up
Maybe this stuff’s too high, man…
Make sure the vocals dominate
And check it out, check it out, yeah yeah
Whatever, man
How’s that, man?
Feeling the mic at last, man
Hey, thanks, man
Gonna have to do this, man
I don’t wanna do this, man
Shit, come on, man
but battling as a way of avoiding legals
shit is lethal
chess with C starts unintended usually
anything but boards
why do you cry to Charlotte?
Nah…finishing off the album, yo
I did it over two night’s, y’know
“These are cra…” there ya go
So I left you with
“These are crazy crazy crazy (k)nights
Like they’re sort of on the pipe or something
Not saying KISS is on the pipe, like that dude out of Aerosmith
Steve Tyler, and gone to a black man’s regime
I’ll never get truly respected on the microphone
because of my pigment of my…whatever, man
Man
OK
Is this any good, man?
The voices say I don’t get voices
The voices say don’t tell them you have voices
surround sound like really nice environ’
the chevron
but captain actually only middling rank
Liverpool or Saints, England emperor fuckin’ Boltons non-brigand BrigAdier, and
knaves, theses are krazy krazy krazy knights
spray painted plate armour auras of chivalry but it’s so unwanted in the modern age
sir galahad is writing about female chivalry he got dumped for holding a door open for her
messed up on the damsel in distress
whats that compared to a honey trap
basic socially learned instinct to honour the chosen female
compared with smoking hersch and running through fellow sirs like lyrics on last laugh
that, Sir, is mutiny
well mutiny it is
on an aero or wispa let alone a bounty
it’s a well known alien sketch
nah i’m pretty serious
but are humans in star trek extra terrestrial?
They only here ‘cos im like on some vulcan ship shit
look up in the sky
BIG lookin lips
flying sauciers and head shop chefs
high but on brain impeders a known impediment to thinking
got me thinking
and you recording again
see, seeing thru my eyes on the ======= is in my eyes a vicarious existence
if u got earth consciousness and people fucking with you means u in deep shit
so make the world a better place
is it the people or the planet making you so miserable?
Terra committed suicide potentially
im not suicidal but i’m committed
from or to an attack to or on the 1983 ammended mental health act
this makes perfect sense
if you want to feel stuff
make me think about you
first adolescence is weird enough
as or to the and but ever even chivalry when it’s then again what but?
As a typical sentence construct
soldering iron in someone elses butt
schinshe the schcottish schitt
Rog’s robotic or retarded, im hungry enough to feel you I need emotion chips
feel that
you’re ill because you’re black
im back in white painted rooms soon str8jacketed trying to prove i’m not
leave on section seventeen left unspen’
leave the sex shit alone get misheard man ghost suddenly makes a lot more sense what
Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhyeah
Herbie Hancock freestyle
Punching heads but not of others
Got brain damage and acid causing rain damage
I cry all the time
Several hundreds of times
Seventy Two Thousand Bars but still mentally tough enough to rhyme
The spider is tougher than the rest
You say my worst is better than your best
Only if I really want to make you feel bad
Even worse, hash, rad
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
But fuck this lyrical Snookery
Up there’s a load of Dalek plural up in the sky
Leela still feels me when I close my eyes
Maybe help get a larger monacle for Christmas or maybe Fry
For times we shed rhymes like dimes
My rhymes seem excellent at times
But they say these things like Time-Stealers they’re taking time
Leave you with lines
Forehead full of rhymes you could split but that would be a crime
Rhythm rhymes with Dime’s
Dime dies but his Dean still cries
This is 1985
This is the chorus
Listening to my shit is the only way to make you rawkus
This is the chorus
One time for
This is for the chorus
Brother never lies
You can put the Herbie Hancock shit in on my vocal
Don’t make me take you all into Rhyme Hell again
cos I got titles like in the Yellow Pages
extra terrestrial directories say theyre coming to Earth
And where is it, Roggy?
Blame me in 2015
The white is a minority
And we need to learn how to bow to our Master Queen, Snooks
Outside being criticised to those right in front of me
I wrote all this shit in the Mental Penitentiary
Gotta be good for something, though
Miss Lizzy a bit
Whatever man
This is the same as horsebox only horsebox is back in control
Bet u never heard this over Herbie Hancock
Smooooooooooth
Let me get another file man, seeing as i’m doing this
Chill, man, just chill
Everyone saying how boring It is
Yeah lets check this out man
I dont even wanna do it
nah, not this
yeah lets try this one, man
motherfucker, thats a Hundred Bars
must have had a smoke or something
what beat man?
Over the hundred bars beat
nah, ill never make it, man
man im never gonna do this, man
cmon fuckin…
pull the fuckin lead out, man, let alone whatever, man
jusy… I dont wanna do this and then say…like whatever, man
put it on, man
yeah
ok
yo
we all sort of digital, digital sorta song
this is about to be a Hundred Bars
I dont care what it sounds like, man
turn the treble down a little, man
so just spit the motherfucker and just like whatever, man
I dont feel like doing this
im sniffing more than hasish
im just gonna go over the duh-duh-duh stuff
y;know its like uh…
only its not…
Motherfucker!
Ill be alright, man
ill probably quit this shit and then get on some other rhyme
Crowd ready and waiting, sir
“Could you make ya’ neurotransmintters hurry up and click?
to reach the decision I already decided on
it’s not about the money, cars, bitches
I don’t need em son I ain’t even got none
but I got certificates to prove i’m not mad
whether this is getting iller
while you’re trying to prove you have the equivalent of Schizophrenia on the Mic
all you prove is that
its not about the love either
I don’t need a crowd an audience to witness
‘just as well’ I hear you say
and I am just as well
26th September you rely on it
just as well as fair in my near infinite wisdom
i’ll say I forgive you man, I probably won’t
to clear it up i’m the one you pray to when you ask for forgiveness
can you forgive this?
In his near-Herculean displays of semi or more than fairness
Minor Deity Shit
I forgive God and get sent for my sins to heaven
not joking where i’m from is like a Hendrix cover
South Saturn Delta, actually i’m from the East, then,
not purple haze more like bluey-green
I see my home planet in dreams
modern concepts that in a competition you’d be willing to wait a couple of minutes for me to remember
your Utopia more like Conetticut
if I give you fifty percent shares in our conversation I lose several billion
why you complainin’?
Aliens hit me off with things you cannot fathom
they write the whole album and tell me to write one
about Neil Armstrong…
he was getting tortured by The Moon
if he was European he would barely have made fuckin’ U.S. News
possessed the spirit of a tiger in Germany
offed one you blame a feline hungry and in captivity
came round to mine for a few hours we watched ESPN
put his legacy on the Presidents team and to my surprise they won
yeah I know but there’s a semi Siberian Cat-Being missing his Son
word gets back to his home planet that’s the case, son
as I dress in leather and get done for self effacement
skin of a cow legacy an chased Jesus off the Cat’ Ground
He didn’t bring any Cider to the Cipher and he got partially eaten by a Mechanical Spider
Spinning Multidimensional Webs attracting ya Time Flies, boy
it don’t when you’re in near solitary for thousands of Centuries
guarded by thousands of sentries
get Sky and get threatened during Prime Time
don’t get at me man, I know this shit don’t rhyme
just ‘cos someone gets robbed by a horse after Half-time equine alcoholic only wanted cheese and wine
Military Personnel getting anxious about Caffeine Levels sayin stuff about dying
Fuck It, i’m callin’ it Freestyle Shit, pop ur shit at a similar level same time without dryin’
battle shit spent I wonder where my anger went
Maybe i’m In Love or something…
I need to be around Women if only for the Discharge and ‘heaven scent’ Yeast Infections
Cobain dies at Twenty-Seven and asks me ‘What’s the difference?’
my voices are telling me to write about chemical influence
the voices are saying i’m so ill my voices tell me I don’t get voices
choices and vices
chances you end up handcuffed to handcuffs handcuffed to something obvious are obvious
just like you I had my chances
the Presidents Wife thinks Sick Spirits come to Earth to be Born, on a side note
traditional truant with a persistent sick note
as I lie in bed til whenever fuckin’ I want
I wonder where it, (the instinct) went
as always I blame the Institution to a certain extent
Life’s an Institution as much as the works of Heidegger or Kant
spirits dig Earth but when they Die they can’t leave it
until I absorb significant amounts of negativity
someone lucky gets the other side of it, I think she’s called Nelly Furtado, Man (!)
positive thoughts get to escape and rejoin the rest of the galaxy
tough time for Homeboy, but the stars are different, ask Brian May
depressives are healers for their soul twin
i’m going negatively off point but I can’t emotionally reciprocate, then again
the Human Voice is so Foreign it causes pain
we’re all Aliens to Aliens but Earth’s not shared, not theirs, its ours
that’s what we think about the Internal Intricacies of the nearest Coloniseable Cluster, Anyhow
So Peace to Tau Ceti, Thank God, Yo, I’m Out.”
