toodrunktosee

The truth flows out of this Tempo
The drums snap and crakle on your speaker
If it fades away and leaves you behind,
You better step aside
Cuz im hear to rhyme!
If you step back it will all go through
The rythim and the rhyme will help us renew you.
And as we create this dank new flow,
Just sit and relax, enjoy the show.
As we skip and skatter, you think it really matters?
What is big or what is small?
What is short or who is tall?
Who is great or who will fade out of this junction?
Percusion will light the flame on your internal combustion!!
Prepare to evacuate your soul
Prepare to light up this soaked up fire torch, full of societys gloomy probabilities.
The handycap ways of their anatomy
The crazyness surrounding the inability to grow.
A giant spectrum illuminates our hide,
As we sit back and just get high,
Drums snap and crakle away.............
(Insert drum solo here).
The base line grows into a swhower of beats full of perfection,
Who gives a shit, who is responsible for our creation.
As I sit and wonder if it really matters, if it means digresing in to pished Gibber Jabber of scandalous church talk.
Pardon me, Im not ready to die!!!
Im not ready for al your truth and lies!!!
I would gladly step out if I had a clue.