I walk into the party and the bong gets lit. Its been a long time since i sparked a splif. Last week grabbed the stalk and i harvested Now kids wanna blaze till the darkness hits And they thrown up shots, but the mark is missed. and get pissed off, try to start some shit. But reality snaps back. Its hard to grip. Let the LSD splash as ya start to trip Im on a whole new tip. Claimin too legit cant quit, gotta keep on, with that new ish rhymes like dimes, dubs, and zips. she saw the sign in the smoke so thick oh shit. better feel the warmth flow like a killer bee on the swarm sweet like candy. savory like corn the levels i exceed are beyond the norm they always say when it rains it pours yellow bellied emcees hide from the storm run to the hills and away from the shore the tsunami's knock knockin at ya front door they always said im like a hurricane focus my energy and blow up like propane under pressure like david bowie on cocaine An oddity, spaced out bout to burst into full flame out to take the whole show, king like Koopa Blowin out smoke getting smelt in Aruba Look my way, and get stoned like Medusa Chemical reaction of a flow left to move ya goin in deep i should probably get my scuba gear when this project drops, reception of new revere though my name Paul, i still bring the news Storm watching on the track, with a pint of booze We get the clues, and decipher and answer catch me in the cypher on a sunday by Chance or maybe Lokeye, we keep it so fly. holdin shit down from Japan to O.I.

Hash: this is chapter two, check ya aptitude test. its the way that we master fools yep. find a wall and we crash into it, but try not to smash in two big pieces. write speeches from tight creases a savior of souls, kinda like Jesus fiendish. rock a stage like junkie Even James Brown would say that im funky funkified freshness, microphone check this aftershocks felt from Vegas to Venice Penance to the people from the rich to the peasants the pilot will apologize if results are unpleasant got allowance, spent it. said some shit, meant it sorry if it hurt when your bumper got dented i vent a little bit or pop like Pompeii sick like a virus turn a human to zombie whats the song say? protect ya necklace write fourty bars before consuming breakfast check this (check this). three times over. specifically gifting with the mic, never sober Iron curtain satin, the past im combating biting on my heels, can you feel the action lack of passion, drained and drawn out. tried to get some water but ya drank from the wrong spout took the long route, lack of efficiency a curious character, never been a simple seed i watch the ripples creep outward and disappear the present future is something ill never fear ive seen better years, lost in arithmetic frustrated that im still workin for chicken shit had a style, crippled it. came back a different kid Chapter 2 in the book of a simpleton Gale force winds from the lungs of an iron clad knight bout to strike with the fight that a tiger has opportune moment so i strike with when the time elapse chemical reaction and the universe might collapse WillneverTell: T-t-t-tip of the top hat to ya. Jet black groove, no cream no sugar. No heroes, no villians. bricks in the wall and sticks for the kindling. Firewalk with me. Charlie's bars. this poet stays hard to see. blurred out table of contents, hard to read. the artistry, of a heart of steel. put the art of the easel. i use priceless paint. when it dries its see through and its all non-digital. all unorganic invisible syllables. no Jawz warning dorsal fin. it must be safe to swim knife in the water, razorblade in. the mouth of madness. checkerboard grin evens and odds. its all fives and sixes. mind your P's and Q's. mind your fuckin business. business as usual. business is odd though. throwin chairs at the talk show. I got you. its in the bloodstream, panic as it speeds up its function kickin and punchin try to stay afloat in the quicksand, sunken. burried like a rootball: halloween pumpkin stabbed in the face and they call it Jack-o-Lantern blow out the candles, darkness becomes him. the blades are as sharp in the dark as they are in the lightfall sparkle in the sight of the sniper's rifle. I'm a moving target, smiling. I got a gun too. It don't shoot bullets. I got a pen too. It don't write words. I got a death sentence. End paragraph.

When i get home. compose a concerto. Senoritas call me Mr. Habanero. I light a philly and i put on my sombrero so fresh, so clean, so sterile. so old, so Streep, so Meryl. effortless. shootin monkeys in a barrel no gun, grab the bow and arrow. Old School, you can call me Will Ferrell shotgun til my livers in peril second thought, maybe i should be careful Organize my Konfusion like Pharoahe or end up with no brains like the Scarecrow so instead i fly high like a sparrow hit the gap, hit the strait, hit the narrows in ya jeep, in ya ford, ya camero feel it deep in ya bones, in ya marrow im off the scoville scale. show and tell. most folks is too dumb, you need mo intel fallin off the cliff while we flow so well. Walrus and Chronic here, we know no fail i bring the heat home like a jalapeño with my feet stuck in deep snow. on a creased flow fresh cut dickies hangin down to the dunks best to fess up quickly, hear the loudest of crunch i got a mountain of funk thats surrounded by crop hotter than a lava rock always flowin off the top volcanic havoc causin panic to these soda pop rappers, never dapper, takin snappers, this is post apoc alyptic cryptic shipment of dipsticks claimin logistics sippin on tid bit of syrup thats up in my system. mixin the nutrition with lipton to keep my motor kickin. my toga's slippin showin peppers by the squad division hotter than the sun's surface, surfin on what's begun mr. habanero, the pharaoh with potent puns. beware of my apparel and barrels upon my guns. Scorchin these important dare devils with frozen funds.

grinding like gears. brakes on a car keep hittin the pads, drink a beer, spar verbally. hit the keys, given em surgery on a murder spree like damn its a courtesy common denominator still rockin. hoppin freights cleanin plates with no sign of stoppin all in. royal flush, straight as spines, holdin up. full house, Bob Saget, dirtier than the mud punch kick like Sagat. one two shot. of the buttery, lovely, murderous plot and the suddenly, somethin sweet, purrin a lot its like none of these, Butterbeans, heard of my spot and the sounds that surround the Puget Sound drowned by clowns in towns, living out of bounds. out of nouns, out of verbs, out of beats, out of sounds Surplus of hash thats exceeding the pounds Now is the time, to spread it like butter listen extra close to the words that i utter from the projects to the porches to the suburbs to the gutters span the whole globe, we the downers and the uppers we the downers and the uppers, all the parents close their shutters speakin on the reasons that the haters seem to stutter and wonder where the bread comes from. we do run run like DMC, these emcees, rising up like mercury third at bat, in the hole, climbin up the thermostat who is that? the lyricist thats smoother than a new born's ass... thats me. Hash. the mad scientist rap. takin snaps gettin daps, takin dabs in the back. on the track. leading packs. til i hack.

hook: im so fly, think i lost my marbles got me feeling like a kid again, lost boys armed with sticks of charcoal and two tickets to the vision quest Reg Schema: slashing my silhouette and eatin Jolly Roger. step into my parlor. melancholy rock star, holler. wish i had a girl that looked good, i would call her. shake it like ya know the time, bitch. smile big like a crocodile grin found in a youth cocktail, ooo take a swim. and pretend. we aint goin off the deep end. or we ain't the ones for whom Tinkerbells' ringin Hash: hear the tick tock ticking of the clock metronome stuck inside the crock Stop. or else you'll walk the plank Captain Hooky always climbing the ranks take a dip in the shark tank. swimmin with the beasts with a Walrus behind, ill always win with these beats skippin class every single day of the week hone in another mountain and i climb to the peak Hook Hash: Looky looky, ive got a Hooky found advantage cause an idiot they took me for. upon the all the shores they wanna book me but my cake is tastin sweet like a cookie Hooky. Skippin obligations, gettin faded back to the cabin to polish some statements makin sure the turkey stays basted wasted. eatin Wendys in the AM Reg: impatient, smokin sensei til the day ends caught up in the passage of time, get wasted. second star to the right. straight on til the rum's gone punch drunk love, put ya gloves on. shadow box with the sun spot. feel the heat and cant come soft. do dirt, get the brush off. No love lost for ya, homie. But the wrong move'll get ya ass burnt like a stogie. Hook

I keep clean sheets like i keep clean cleats Please, emcees call me Cleedus. Im the unborn yet stillborn fetus. Elitist? Yep, you can check my alesis. layin on the table with a bag of reece's pieces Hoes on my dick cuz it smells like jesus Shit where's my seamstress. showin me her cleavage Rockin up some sea salt, hustle like a genius i keep bars the cleanest. custodian of drinks its a new kinda fiendish. strayin from my genus collectin all the trinkets, callin out delinquents Hit the ball and sink it, tracks to keep ya thinkin Im tinkering, with the way the game works. frequently known to keep the party freakin daggering, creepin, and o face keepin. and all the while, my teas still steepin Roll up in my Lincoln. Abraham steezin 40 oz drinkin. empty bottles clinkin. in the back seat with the bags of weed stinkin mary jane extremist, flyin way past the zenith Hot box the whip til my skin turn greenish. rising like a space shuttle farther out than venus yes i really mean this. me and weeds a clean fit then i get too ripped and start to see demons nah im just kidding, but you get the meaning spiting out heat like an engine thats steamin this a four class meal and its all my treatin five star treatment til we reach completion too easy, killin beats in a sequence traditional bars from the mind of a beatnik drop it like a sinkhole, bumpin in the jeep shit. made it to the center and it only took three licks

i keep a buzz goin, everyday of the week 24/7 i be higher than trees Buzzed Lightyear, hear the steez Infinitely gone beyond the mezzanine feel the beats in ya floorboards feel the beats in ya four doors observe, the numbers on the scoreboard Demolition Man, bombin like a warlord im more buzzed than four slugs at one bar Rocket man, spacin in the atmosphere, thus far. maintaining the high. Sears Tower of rhymes surpass the pinnacle and continue to climb wait. theres a snake in my boots shake it shake it loose, before it makes it move we keep it movin. a substance marathon peter piper better pick a better pair of songs we that illmatic, blastin at warp speed causin havoc pull out the bubbler, while stuck in traffic hash that magic. that mr. magnificent madrona wood while yalls stay impotent i keep a buzz goin, everyday of the week 24/7 i be higher than trees Buzzed Lightyear, hear the steez Infinitely gone beyond the mezzanine Flush the toxins. Bombin often kept clean. brushed scrubbed and flossin keep rockin. formulating crystals empty pockets but i always keep my fists filled i know that this ill. thats why i medicate on the mic im heavy while you just a featherweight so let me set it straight. im on another tier hop into the cockpit and im locked in like the rocketeer keepin a bottle near. Dr. Magilicutty freestylin through the night, until its sunny playin gin rummy. and drinkin gin straight this track feels tailored. the beat fit great

Fresh. Crisp. Hit it Rillquick still sick from last night's drinking binge deepenin the punch bowl, an creepin in slow in my whip, doing whip its fa sho its a whole bottle of no doze. can a dip and 4-0's MD2020 vision keepin low pro. girlies say i'm so pro. sex tape with a go pro first person vision of a mission fleein po-po Didnt do no coke tho. Stuck to the paint chips and we picked it up from so-so. Biggie with the .44 too fucked up to be stoked tho. smoked til i got no dope oh no. no i need some mo' dro. so, yo who you know out in Kyoto. a hook up with the Mary J. Blige. So much obliged to creep up sly and try to find a niche in a nice behind and then brand it as mine. yea, Rancher roundin up these rhymes, with a genius design. Hashtro, yea thats the moniker. kickin it with Walrus McGeever, he's the philosopher.... Care Package in the house, check ya posture.

they call me biscuits wrappin bitches up in gravy, baby. crazy ladies always wanna save me from me the days heat. but they lazy. they hella lazy, need help? they ghost like swayze my realm? somethin like haetes. its hot. burning the babies Dick Tracy on the crime scene with the biscuits Gravy by the truckload, Charlie Sheen winning to the table i bring levels exceeding the limits the brand new dope fresh, no matter how you spin it no matter how you spin it. DJs will try to mimic my set is never finished. tracks to the infinite and beyond. buzzed for lightyears, the flow never diminish i've been in it for a minute, and to win it im in it like a monster truck kit, we're sittin there lifted driving round town in a 64 Plymouth rock the nation, twist on a pivot. sorry if you missed it, do we need to revisit? Kevin Spacey on the rhyme scheme with the biscuits Gravy by the buttload, Charlie Sheen winning a plate of the freshness, served up in a minute food for the soul, to your ribs its sticking biscuits. bitches. gravy. crazy. all up in your headset, turn it up to eighty this is phase three of the Wally World play sheet King Bong stompin through your town, better take heed Better take heed, while we truly steamrollin Catch more wreck than a vest full of bullets this the dope shit, no matter how ya pull it. put it. new age Gang Starr, keepin a Full Clip

Hook: another cast away, call me Gaseous Clay floatin in the galaxy, i have to say i could sit here rhymin for like half the day keep ya lookin at the stars, yea, we fascinate. puff puff pass, turn from solid to gas. Gaseous Clay, supernova fixin to blast catch me riding meteors livin the laugh the milky way surfer spitting thousands to match any. good and plenty emcees, excess of attitude thats why i rise and fly and higher altitudes and shower tunes over earth with grace given a different perspective based on the space livin great rhythms infused and filled with ill thoughts the beat is like prism thats splittin my real plots i hear knocks on my door as im blastin off I be The Greatest my status is that of Lancelot Round table loungin, floatin like a butterfly stingin like a killer bee, heat it up like summertime somethin nice, superfly. dense not hollow smokin the eleven while im ridin on Apollo Hook E.Z.E: Trippin Eye of Ra, take flight Mr. Psychonaut cave man valentines brain child type of thought. hitchin a ride on the mothership: liftoff. me living so large, sweet as diabetic shock. can't hack it. they choke: anaphylaxis gift wrapped, what you couldn't imagine. one handed. candid. so matter of fact with the fabric and atoms after which we're fashioned. I'm just a man and that is just magnificent. striking a match at a catalyst incident. rappin with my hand on my instrument. analytic synthesis. apprehending grasp the significance. my diagram is multi-dimensional. omni-directional past, future, present: all stepping stones. cloaked in the path of the metronome. seventh seal chest broadcast via telescope. Hook

Hash: gettin low on the zone and the bubble hash gotta make a quick call and a sudden dash i just stand still, everyone is runnin past answering every question that you love to ask Duffwell. The man with the powder keg droppin bombs on the reg off a tower made of bud stems, hash glue and sticky papes smoked an entire zone in an hour straight and then theres only duff left. Roll it up by the jar, im the suspect hard hip hop beats, hittin like its dub step Hash Adams, Wally Mag. we spell success Duffman. Eye opener needed. Homer Simpson steady pimpin for the time being I must be dreaming, or higher than the highest ceiling In the whip creepin, everybody watch this heathen hook: Duffwell, always on the exhale Someones watchin me, but i doubt they can tell could be any from Ricky Williams to Kintel receive a package, the card says "get well"

Hash: hella elegant elephants. stompin on your treasure chest. keepin Gerald out of peril just for the hell of it blowin horns. Donald Trumpet. trunk element tell a fib, never not for me or my fellowship we keep it relevant. eyes on the metrenome most say we better than, lies on the radio its known we clever and, probably the best in show most soul seen since Posdnuos and Maseo emaciated type of flow. I dropped more weight than a black hole i'll only be a single minute keep the idle low will it go smooth? how the fuck am i to know when it comes it droppin tracks, im the dynamo most improved, nicest flow. The Prolific title goes to this one. Tusks gorge through speakers stompin through the jungle with a pint and a beaker. Icy: Ebony and ivory. black market, white licky, highway robbery. dumps like a truck on a stampede. Would I hit it? Gladly. pass me my flask, light a match, body cavity. alchemy. game like Gerald. Chris Brown umbrella, dominatrix apparel. chains in the cellar, get ya groove back, Stella. El Dorado in a bottle. fuck with the realm of the possible. ya gotta keep a short leash and a spiked collar no joke, bite marks, mean that i'm on first second, third, swing catch 22. escape from the outside world, filled with ugly truths. Dope: fuckin with me, is substance abuse. on my grind, on my grizzly, no duckets just booze. compliments of my liquid confidence. complex is my lawless, who gwan tess? Hash: Licky Licky stompin like hooves in the forest Hash man here, bartender and the florist we out the orchard with bags of that freshness droppin more bars than mars and tetris In the flesh its, just a kid on the come up, running, workin, everyday til the sun up. i get that one up, pop a couple green caps light a blunt, crack the cognac and lean back most spittin mean raps. we on some high peaks, they only average while we keep it hella hyphy throw ya hands up. til ya dry heave. throw another pitch callin out strike three yea we might be, the illest in the house. inspired by the trillest of the south so light it up while ya chillin on ya couch. Elephants Gerald, Wally World, and we out