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2.5 million years ago, a friend of mine

Made a tool from a stone and defended his tribe

It's technology, sorry for the technical term

It's a wheel, then a fire and the rest is a blur

Throw a theorized plot in the pot with applied science

Let it sit, I bet it streamlines your environs

What's a resource local to the grotto?

The method isn't free until the mechanism follow

That's technology, innovate a difference

A feat of engineering, a system made efficient

There isn't a condition, complication, or revision

Where the answer ain't to build a more sophisticated widget

Idgit, tired of games, Bronze Age, Iron Age

Weaponry in stellar form, shelter finer by the day

Live stock and vegetables in rows behind the hideaway

Mesopotamia out the muhfuckin' lion cage

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

Now that is a powerful cat

Now that is a powerful cat

Now that is a powerful cat

You take a lever and a pulley and a winch and a wedge

You get a labyrinth of aqueducts and pyramid steps

Before the Jesus, Archimedes on that miracle tech

Year zero, you could feel the future rearing its head

Put a shoe on a horse, shoot a man with a gun

Steam power, bifocals and mechanical funk

Manipulate electricity, no, it can not be done

Yes it can, ain't a dam that could cancel the flood

True to human curiosity, at the tree of knowledge

Pulling genies out of bottles, stealing from Leonardo's

Plane train auto, hauling space age cargo

Bizarro technology, every day is tomorrow

Telegraph, telephone, you could flirt with Doris

In Poughkeepsie from a cozy geodesic dome in Sydney

You can write a letter with no paper

You could fix anything with a laser

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

Now that is a powerful cat

Now that is a powerful cat

Now that is a powerful cat

You could get a robot limb for your blown off limb

Later on, the same technology could automate your gig

As awesome as it is

Wait it gets awful, you could split a atom willy-nilly

If it's energy that can be used for killing then it will be

It's not about a better knife, it's chemistry and genocide

And medicine for tempering the heck in the projector light

Landmines, Agent Orange, leaded gas, cigarettes

Cameras in your favorite corners, plastic in the wilderness

We cannot be trusted with the stuff that we come up with

The machinery could eat us, we just really just love our buttons

Um, technology, focus on the other shit

3D-printed body parts, dehydrated onion dip

You could buy a jet-ski from a cell phone on a jumbo jet

T-E-C-H-N-O-L-O-G-Y, it's the ultimate

Climate, geography

Medical research, automated teaching

Distribution, better health

Unknown vectors

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

If it's out of the bag, then it's out of bag

Now that is a powerful cat

Now that is a powerful cat

Now that is a powerful cat

The brand reads Animal Farm

A fugee on the lam, runnin' with a lamb in my arms

Trail of rabbits harboring the farmer's brand of cigars

And cattle after, after that it's like a ramp to an arc

Planned a garlic salmon, already romancing the fingerlings

When reminded why the ringer's off, it only ever ring ring ring

Out of radio silence, a bad miracle

Panic in the paradigm, attacking the familiar world

Evacuate, bleeding heart, I had to let the horses out

Who each step forward to bow, free to ignore the corral

Freedom ain't a circle per the management's normal amount

It's when the chorus vow to normalize the horse's mouth

Black Philip free to bah what he bah's

From a growing blob of jail-broken oxen and hogs

I know some pigs'll splinter off, I seen 'em mixing with the bosses

Sipping gin, as if the trough is less prestigious than the office

It isn't, receiving a transmission from the future

Where your time around them humans

Ain't protect you from they butcher's block

A bunch of us are meeting at the moor behind the the Orkin

You coulda been a presence at the origin

Should you feel unsettled or some melting into madness

After entertaining more second chances than Velma's glasses

From a person, place or otherwise increasingly disruptive trend

You could always run the red, or break the glass or jump the fence, yeah

It was always all of a sudden

All's well 'til it's all of his palm on the button

I am always into something (al-always)

I am always into something

It was always all a whodunnit

All told, it was all of us up 'til it wasn't

I am always into something (al-always)

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

Yep, I can introduce you to another realm

Help you with the move but only you can go fuck yourself

Cut to helter-skelter in glorious technicolor

With bumper to bumper sending turtle shells at one another

It's treasure hunters budding in some cannonball running of bulls

Sweating in the dead of summer, red X on the bread and butter

Pardon while his pedal power shed the inseparable umbra

Reset the pecking order, still ain't pick a second number

Detective on some "How you get so mega extra ultra?"

I said, "Never check the weather and always dress for the tundra"

Merry Dawn of the Mummy, heard a call in my slumber

Woke to a thousand years of sauce of the month in a bunker

Yum, you could be the lunker under pepper X

I feel like professor Y, why are all my friends depressed?

Why's this party feel like when I walked back into Selmer's Pets

In precious tears like "Why are all my tetra dead yet again?

Land speed entirely contextual

Glacial-pace grand prix, space invader camera, B

Cam or not, copy room, camp ground or canteen

Every time you stand down, I pop out yelling "And scene"

Make a million paper cranes, blindfolded

Both arms stuck in different crane games

Underwater, over coals, whole of his spirit above him

Call now, I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

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Golden hours like Mom tripping

"You come down here right this instant!"

Sits on the front step, chips and a Sunkist

Dumb for a sun-kissed brick or Pikmin

I click, click, it's difficult to pick one

Have to pick the wisdom in a particular condition

Like plain old birds in the same old food fight

Rebranded and draped in a good light

Boat break from a day at the bull fight

Oughta come pray in the radiant bullseye

I don't blame y'all, the force awakened

So I'm Flatbush Avenue forest-bathing

Blood pressure ain't a touch extra

My cholesterol back to nothing special

Skin clear and my legs strong

And my spine fused and migraine gonе

And Bodega spangled in a merе thirty five

Octillion lumens at a low angle

Through incense smoke from a folding table

It's basically nature's stolen cable

Til it ain't

Time is a pick to the ice

Right when you chilling it be chipping at the vibe

Most tip a hat and slip into the hive but I dip into the grid

Rats sniffing out the mines, like

Nightfall is like pop wiling

It's coming in hot, try not to fight it

That helicopter, that 5-0 siren

CB squawking "find me those vice grips"

A mean Brian Eno mixtape, an ego lifeless

Drift in the eye of the side quest

The sign read please don't feed the wildlife

Unless throwing meat to mislead the night shift

Son this is whirlwind country

A world flushed from the brush pen of Kim Jung Gi swirling

Junkyard tires and loveseats

And house pets all swept up in the one beast, I love y'all

Bring your adult teeth and move with the lows

A pulse and a juice for the pulp

Midnight, pushing up seed, Katamari

Vs. little old me and what army? Huh?

Loser, weeper, in the wee hours, speaking to Mu in the ether

I can see him in a earth tone 'lo hat

And throwback shoes like guess who at Easter

I can bounce ideas off an angel or demon

Or any other brand of Cthulhu

I can rinse in the ambient wind

But I can't relate the intangibles to you

Crystals in the handle of my hammer to the anvil like

Crystals in the handle of my hammer to the anvil like

Crystals in the handle of my hammer to the anvil like

Crystals in the handle of my hammer to the anvil like

I walk this city strictly witching hours

Feeling dangerous, feeling like I gave you power

Trees rustle in they sleep, wildlife scurry to feed

It's a light on in the tower

Shadows move in a deep smile, rows of redundant teeth

They can see you's a coward

Street lamps is buoys in oceans of black

I'm swimming on my back

The moon but a yellow piece of crack in the firmament

Peer into the dark Copernicus

Fellow travelers pass tense

Wondering if it's our turn in the tournament

Every morning on the steps with my little herb

Every morning a mad woman come through feeding the birds

Walking crazy fast, tossing fistfuls of bread

Might as well be feeding the rats, but the rats already well-fed

Fentanyl in the pack, if they could they'd come back

From the dead and buy it again

I remember when nights was ambulance sirens

Watchin' 'em put bodies inside 'em

Sometimes somebody outside willing

On empty streets dead silent

Half empty stores scared to breathe

I sit on steps now with my lil' weed

I walk the long way around the 'jects

Them brothers is looking a little lean

I'm taciturn on the strip, I get my shit, turn, and I leave

Pachyderm, I never forget the faces of thieves

Head full of worms, some days it's bees

Some mornings the air feels clean

I can see her coming, trundling down the block

Then stopped, picked a dead bird off the curb

Stuffed it in her bag

Teeth barely bared when she hurried past

I like drawing pigeons

People tend to feed 'em or forbid 'em

Either way it's rare to see 'em individually considered

There's always like a million eating cigarettes and ketchup

I take a lot pictures, I been cropping out the extras

I been studying the independent measurements and metrics

The postures and the body types, the patterns on the feathers

Like some ritualistic tattoo dating back to their ancestors

While the bib and neck come dipped in precious amethyst and emeralds

It's a pity about the stigmas

How the cooties overshadow any beauty that enrich us

A white dove symbolizes peace and pacifism

A white dove is a pigeon, you muffugas is bigots

Yo, 3 toes forward, one toe ain't

1 AM sketching muscles on a plump little frame

Plus I love your pretty orange eyes and dumb little brain

I'll add a nimbus to atone for how we sullied the name

Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter

I'm headed for the beyond, I'm a need a cease fire

Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone

The whole street is lava, the beyond is not a go

I seen this one Da Vinci exhibit

In which they reconstructed dozens of machines he invented

From diagrams in his codex, open and beautifully scanned

Marvels of engineering, broke up by Vitruvian Man

Margin exploding with the future like it grew from his hand

Plus every annotation backwards, homie, who is this man?

I bet his brain projected images of orbiting equations

That would later become warships, or attempts at aviation

Or some irrigation system steering water different places

He could picture and commit to paper from a grip of angles

Honestly it's pretty overwhelming

Contraption after contraption that had us "holy hell"-ing

Later in the afterglow, grab a tablet, have a go

I might invent some vehicle, or diving suit, or catapults, or...

Fast forward to the morning

I had caught a thousand tags and drew a half a pigeon poorly, oh well

Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter

I'm headed for the beyond, I'm a need a cease fire

Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone

The whole street is lava, the beyond is not a go

I told my homie I had drew some pigeons

And was feeling like it could be the root of future submissions

It'd be cool to draw a thousand and layout a book of sketches

He said "how many you got?" I said "like 6 or 7"...

'What?!' He said "a thousand is a lot"

I said "that's why it's gotta be an actual thousand on the dot

I hit 'em with that thousand to make up for what they not

Once you mix that many bodies it becomes about the flock."

He told me "if you do it, its a cruise to manufacture"

I took it as a challenge, but regretted it soon after

See the point was always celebrate the individual vessel

That I pitched a package deal at all is pretty disrespectful

Plus a thousand is a lot

Sometimes I get excited before really sizing up the job

I think I drew like one more on a red-eye into Queens

I ain't even make a dozen, I been eyeing other things

Peace, peace, peace...

I'm on that... keep the light meter guessin'

The dreaded French exit for the sight-seeing lensmen

Boulder and a see-saw, t-minus 3, 2

Peace y'all, master of the sea and the heavens

I'm P-noid, traffic beeping in the key of my penance

Even the wind in the willow ask "What's the frequency, Kenneth?"

Tune in, how's my driving?

Drivers start dialing, I drive like a man who dies trying

Here salt of the earth all-seers

Read palms thru "times three" Walgreens readers

Drawstring eaters, no staff to memo

No cabs to flag, just you and the black echo

See if it says hello back

If it says hello first, hit 'em with the Cheshire Cat

This ain't a circle to a checkered flag

It's people keen to murder for a level map

Thief market buzzing by what use to be McDonald's

The currency is crystal and deconstructed Elantras

Anonymous warning shots are the modern "attention shoppers"

A stop in defense of honor's a belly flop in piranhas

Money, get to the chopper, money, on your way adopt a puppy

I'm on that proper dummy, it's getting Tonka Truck-y

Yup yup, you on that curfew

I'm on that late night, you on that church pew

I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist

I'm on that OG, you on that new to this

I'm on that matador, I'm on that bull fight

You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirtbike

I'm on that 12 o'clock, you on that road rash

You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash

You made the stock crash, I took that stock up

You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck

I'm on that Mobius, I'm on that Minor Threat

I'm on that find peace

You on that find meth

I'm on that insects trilling

Dandelion stem in his fist with the head missing

Into the mess willing

When I was 17 I was on that Doomsday

Hiding from the outside, buried in that looseleaf

You was on that loose lips, I was on that ruthless

You was on that useless, I was on that truth, bitch

You was on that glue trap, I was on that Busenitz

I was on that blueprint, you was on that group think

You was on that hoodwinked, I was on that blue chip

Hanni in a goose down, chewing on a toothpick

I was on that "ooh child", I was on that noodle brick

I was on that Brooklyn bound, hooks around a nutriment

You was on that 2-bit, I was on that Two Towers

I was on that Juice Crew, I was on that "Whose House"

I could do this all night, outside of your own lackeys

You as common as a table for one in the Lonesome Valley

The mean-muggin' seems tough until a real someone

Come and decorate your gate with a pelt that means somethin', to ya

Local time: sudden death overtime

Sold his 10-foot pole, it's fold or ride the poltergeist, cold

I'm on that party crash, you on that guard the gate

I'm on that Garlic Mash

I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist

I'm on that OG, you on that new to this

I'm on that matador, I'm on that bull fight

You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirtbike

I'm on that 12 o'clock, you on that road rash

You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash

You made the stock crash, I took that stock up

You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck

I'm on that Bauhaus, I'm on that Brutalist

I'm on that OG, you on that new to this

I'm on that matador, I'm on that bull fight

You on that bullshit, I'm on that dirtbike

I'm on that 12 o'clock, you on that road rash

You on that credit line, I'm on that cold cash

You made the stock crash, I took that stock up

You on that pitfall, I'm on that good luck

One time I met Mr. T in New York in the 80s

I was 7∕8-ish, waiting for a table at Carnegie

With my family who did not always agree on what was wavy

But would shut up once a week because we loved our fucking A-Team

Pops seen him sitting there, beard and Mandinka hair

Whispered so that we could hear, "guys, Mr. T is here"

Mr. T is fucking real?, I mean I know he's real

It's just we only seen him on TV, he's like a superhero to us

We were trying to catch a glimpse, my mama said "don't make a scene

He probably having lunch with friends, I think they 'bout to pay and leave"

I'd never seen a famous person let alone Baracus

He bout to walk right by us, that's more than I could process

I felt a mighty presence entering my elbow room

Looked up and seen the rings, each its own yellow moon

I seen enough gold to break the average neck in two

Feather hanging from the ear, gear that say don't mess with you

No fools, no suckas

Be good to your mother

No dummies, no punks

I pity every last one

One, one, one

Mr. T's a hundred feet tall (He's five foot ten)

Arms like trucks, probably punch through a wall

My father said his name and sorta nodded to acknowledge him

Which would in turn confirm that this was not some type of hologram

Big, warm smile earring to earring

From a television toughie to endearing it's eerie

Started rubbing his belly, then a quip for the pups

"It take a place like this to fill Mr. T up"

Get it? For those of you who don't know the establishment

They're famous in Manhattan for serving gigantic sandwiches

We shared a laugh about the portions

A humanizing peek behind the on-screen performances

He kept it brief, said his piece and with that

Disappeared in a cloud, mystique obscenely in tact

He played it perfect to a nervous kid he met at his peak

We spent the meal like "holy Moses we just met Mr. T."

No fools, no suckas

Be good to your mother

No dummies, no punks

I pity every last one

One, one, one

Close to 40 years have passed

My hair is gray, my belly's fat

Still when I hear his voice I'm 7∕8-ish back on 7th Ave

Now with a perspective that I never had

Respect for who he's been and is, and questions I won't get to ask

About this one Chicago boy, the youngest of a dozen

Who was drawn to throwing suckers out the club for bringing drugs in

Then scouted by Stallone who sends the Rocky part

He bodies it, on Letterman he says he primarily still a bodyguard

Huh, born protector, icon or community

Plus network television like a rocket to the moon of cheese

Pro wrestling, cartoon, comic books, records

Break to beat cancer, then he back to spread the message

Look, never talk to strangers

Stay in school, don't hang out where the yay is

Love yourself, and fuck designer labels

Thank him for the guidance

Thank him for the cereal, seriously it was righteous

No fools, no suckas

Be good to your mother

No dummies, no punks

I pity every last one

One, one, one

I could might investigate a exodus

I could find the energy to fetch us

Something dead to skin and beverages

I will not be connecting or checking messages

You'll know I'm made it when it's raining salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

Aes gets a gold star, sophistry gets no cigar

Homies get to chauffeur the only rapper with no car

Sorry Mike, Ford Exploder motor sounding outraged

Pedal-foot a carving knife through a blind mouse tail

Me, I call shotty forever in all conditions

Recline it way back to take the pressure off the stitches

They gave me 90 Oxys of which zero were of interest

Chewing shrooms at waterfront in coveralls from the Olympics

Limpin, I like to help the younger rippers clip up

A little hype to re-ignite the nimbus when they hiccup

How's your weekend, is it house on a beach with a view, and tea for two?

Round here the beach is a fountain, the view is tweaker soup

Zoom lens Jesus, I'm used to the heat wavin'

Immune to the urine cooked into every meter of pavement

Scrolling credits over dehydrated DNA

10 pm, PSA, I forgot to eat today

I could might investigate a exodus

I could find the energy to fetch us

Something dead to skin and beverages

I will not be connecting or checking messages

You'll know I'm made it when it's raining salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

I suitcase squat 2 boxes of cat litter

Then bop to my 8 o'clock at a vacant lot by the river

I'm here to see a friend jump off a bridge because his friend did

To us that's what a friend is, what a terrible question

I'm sorry 'bout your friendships, we were done by 11 and ghost

Shout to the callers who got the FD to check if he's toast

He's not we had disgusting coffee after

Forgot to grab a snack, there's always other flags to capture

When you activate a traveling act

Set a flash up at the rapture in a jacket that says "Staff" on the back

Not a stringer, just familiar with some people who crash

Like it's an actual feature of being at peace with they craft

Look... stop leaving needles at the courts

Leave more free boards

Peel around the puddles that could peel the paint, feeling faint

Ain't seeing straight, I forgot to eat today

I could might investigate a exodus

I could find the energy to fetch us

Something dead to skin and beverages

I will not be connecting or checking messages

You'll know I'm made it when it's raining salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

Salt and pepper squid

I have one brain cell

All it do is hum Bad Brains and document whoever sleigh bells raise hell

Triple dog dares get thrown around with no discretion

If you getting kinda froggy come and trip the motion sensor

Yea, perfect foul energy, every degree of D-up

My Kwik-E-Mart receipt is tall enough to ride the tea cups

The stuntmen all get perfect 10s, 11s if you hit the pole

Bonus for the sticks and stones, the kid ain't fixing shit in post

Only church to consecrate the jersey barrier

A worthy adversary for any commercial carrier

Granted I'm all landing gear, post-op and propped up

Coat rack, spotting cars, wanderlust proper fucked

We're doing what we can considering the frame we're left with

Waves of desperate people lighting fires and waving melee weapons

Dog in the trash at the pizza place

That's a good idea, dog, I forgot to eat today

"All right, what can I get started for you?"

"Can I get a #1? And I need a #2B... with a Coke as well please, and can I get no ketchup on that please?"

"Anything else?"

"Yes, I need a..."

Aes loves red meat, extra pickles, extra cheese

Extra sauce and accidental extra lemon pepper wings

Decorating patties at the fixins bar on bended knee

And telling people he invented ketchup on everything

Artificial char-lines, orange chicken, large fries

Large milkshake, not the boys to the yard kind

More the boys to the drive-thru car line

Add a pie, give yourself to the dark side

Add a shot, add a bacon egg croissant

Add a hot and flaky danish, coffee cake or cake pop

Popping jalapeño poppers en route to filet of cod

Side of popcorn shrimp, oh god, make it stop

Double-triple Texas angus steakinator waffle sticks

Crispy ranch and activated maple eggroll taco twists

Panko-crusted flaming gator honey mango lava ribs

Make that shit a combo and do not forget the condiments

I was at the drive through

Playing hooky from the wild goose

Losing minutes in the time loop

I had planned to slide thru

Seen the signage in the side view

Had to slip into the flight suit

At the drive thru, at the drive thru

Perusing the entirety of side two

At the drive thru, at the drive thru

Musta been a hundred high noons

Before the cord was even cut he motioned towards a meatball sub

Before they got him home he asked to stop for sloppy joes

Soda shaman, surely first to supersize the holy grail

Booted from the "build your own", his mochi broke the yogurt scale

Bogus, gutter running Julius in protest

I been good-to-go since you said "no" to "would you like it toasted?"

You know it's free and radically upgrades the vessel, right?

That "at your detriment"s some "I need some attention" type

That's like saying the best invention ain't the pretzel bite

It isn't helpful, just a lens into an empty life

Tonight on Table Talk we go beyond the peri peri spice

Through 11 secret herbs, parsley, sage, rosemary thyme

Very berry cajunated pasta chimi-dipper toast

Zesty melted melon cheddar chocolate blizzard schnitzel bowls

Lemon butter buffalo conniption guava brisket cones

Pull up to the window please, bleed the sacrificial goat

I was at the drive through

Playing hooky from the wild goose

Losing minutes in the time loop

I had planned to slide thru

Seen the signage in the side view

Had to slip into the flight suit

At the drive thru, at the drive thru

Perusing the entirety of side two

At the drive thru, at the drive thru

Headed into overtime times two

Got home one morning maybe ten o'clock

Grabbed a coffee, ran into my friend outside the hair salon

She said, she on her break, can she come up and roll a jay?

We'll say her name is Abby, though Abby is not her name

Ok, scan the FOB talking neighborhood goss'

Elevator to a maze, it snake around to my spot

Before the key hit the lock, she was asking me "Is that yours?"

Beside the door a navy button down balled up on the floor

Weird, I take a knee on some "I do have one like it, but no"

And pick it up slow to reveal a few other items

Abbigail like "Oh that is certainly a tweaker's pile of stuff"

A realization that demand a weaker tea inside my cup

White noise hummin' in my ear to the wood

I hear the bath water running something is clearly afoot

Someone is clearly inside

I look at Abby like "I'm going in, maybe you should stay here"

She said, "No, I'm in"

Holy shit

Be cautious, keep calm

Sneak the door open the apartment is tossed

Everything everywhere all at once, all the faucets are on

Let's draw the room so you can better picture all that befalls

I got this loft that when you walk in the ceiling is pretty normal

Then a dozen feet later it's 20 feet of beams and mortar

I inch in far enough to peak around that first corner

No sign of life in the bathroom only debris and disorder

We baby stepping seven feet in, where the kitchen begin

Records and books in the sink, the condition start to sink in

Another few to that rubicon where the pad opens up

To see the answer to my questions in the rafters above

There is a man with no shirt on wearing his pants around his ankles

Jungle gym-ing over both us, I mean we are talking angles

He's mumbling incoherently, there's something in his system

I'm processing but need to make decisions, ok let's go

"Hey! You need to get down right now"

Abby yelling, "Get the fuck down and get out!"

He's on a different planet, drifting to a distant moon

I'm pretty sure he don't even know we are in the room

Hey, you need to get down right now, get the fuck down and get out

You need to get down right now, get the fuck down and get out

Hey, you need to get down right now, get the fuck down and get out

Get the fuck down and get out, get the fuck down and get out

This isn't working, the energy is berserk

And we're backing up to the hallway, then down to the office nervous

"Yea hi... so there's a naked guy in my ceiling"

The staff look up at me tripping like "Oh my god, is it Steven?!"

Uh... who the fuck is fucking Steven?

Y'all seem to know some shit I don't, I ain't exactly meet him

The manager on some he and this building have got some history

We'll attempt to go and talk and him down, but also called the city

30 go by, when the elevator ding

And drop a trio in the lobby and heaven and nature sing

It's the manager and super with a man in my Nikes

Oh that's my leather too, ejected, but god damn he look nice

Steven is glum and despondent, wafting a brutal bouquet

They sit him down on the sofa, he look confused and ashamed

But if I'm honest also looks like he could pull out a blade

That's when two officers show up and all is fully explained

Ok the police are with Steven to see if he's even lucid

I'm on the other side of the lobby completely stupid

The super and the manager finally get a sec

To offer some backstory 'bout this morning's events

They tell me Steven suffers from mental illness and drug addiction

His episodes have kept him in and out the shelter system

Some lady in the building use to give him her couch

But his condition led to far too many issues to count

He's even scaled up the building before and jimmied inside

And been aggressive with the tenants like infinity times

He not permitted on the premises, but this is your life

That's when the officer invited me to give him my side

I said, "Well, first of all I ain't the one that called

But also we're like a meter from the player involved

I can brief you on the basics if the aim is resolve

But I ain't trying to agitate him if I say something wrong

How 'bout we move 10 feet around the corner to talk?"

He said, "I can't leave my partner alone with someone this gone"

Ok uh... seems fast to be at an impasse

Then he pulled the pen and paper out, and this is what he ask

"Do you wanna be the victim?"

"What? No, I didn't want it. I'm not sure what you want"

"Do you want to be the victim?"

"Ohhh... you're doing a script

Over communing 'bout the nuance of a human at risk

How 'bout we skip to where you tell me what the future can hold?"

He said, "A felony B&E and whatever he stole

We'd take him down to the jail and they'd put him back on the street

They just just ain't got the kinda resources a Steven would need"

I said, "He doesn't need a felony he doesn't need a cell

There's gotta be a way to get him headed for some help"

He said, "Programs exist but none of them work

It's either charge him with the crime or feed him back to the earth"

That's the bleakest shit I ever heard

I don't even have the words

I'm 'bout to run to see what evil was done

I guess the jacket was a gift but he can leave in the dunks

Upstairs sucked, the cat's doing fine, the rest is just stuff

I just seen Steven eating lunch

I Will Send You Flowers

King of world peace, purple aura, laurel wreath

Secure the flora, orchidaceae to fungal spore release

To algaes in the coral reef

Florida orange, Georgia peach

Poison ivy, even his defensive line is floral-themed

Dahlias grow out of my back, hyacinth over my trunk

12,000 species of moss, agree to upholster his tongue

Tubers and roots in his shoes, gimme a feud to diffuse

Bury 'em all in bouquets, de-escalation ensues

You looking stupid shooting the fade in petunias

Or doing dirt in the daisies, I'm changing into bermudas

All of that doofus shit you oozing just don't play in the Tulips

If human nature vs nature nature is brewing, my goodness

Guns and roses turn to roses and roses

Country roads is overgrown with begonias

Come press your nose to the lotus

Those aromas make a toughie throw his toast in the ocean

I'm on the beach in my floaties like I don't know any Moses, ayo

Blood Stains, ingrained, of pain, I'm slayed

I'm beat up, chewed up, drained

But I'll send you flowers (Send flowers)

Blood Stains, ingrained, of pain, I'm slayed

I'm beat up, chewed up, drained

But I'll send you flowers

How'd you get so bathed in light?

(I throw flowers at Satan on site)

From birthstone to first snow

To posies in the pockets of your church clothes

To fertilizing where the red fern grows

I know a speeding bullet over Broadway is cathartic

I just hope before its target it talk to a few samaras

Helicoptering from canopy to forest floor and garden

Forget the aggressive warning, it's more of a "Hello darling"

Even Ares pull over to say "ay-ayo", don't say I said it

But god damn that vegetation is, dare I say it, disarming

Dog, wait'll they take in the morning glories

Or petals that smell like bubblegum and marshmallows warming

I love to see a horde who swore to burn the steeple at night

Get floated noses-first like Mickey Mouse to seasonal pie

That oleander answer violence like a bleach for the eye

Let's hope you answer to them violets 'fore they eat you alive

Whatever ring-leading led you to revel in things grieving

Got the kingdom of chlorophyll assembled for spring-cleaning

Blood Stains, ingrained, of pain, I'm slayed

I'm beat up, chewed up, drained

But I'll send you flowers (Send flowers)

Blood Stains, ingrained, of pain, I'm slayed

I'm beat up, chewed up, drained

But I'll send you flowers

How'd you get so cleansed in blood?

I keep more flowers ready in the trunk

I had to grow, I had to grow, I had to grow, I will send you flowers

I had to grow

I had to grow

I had to grow

I will send you flowers

I like rivers, I like rivers

Sailboats, fisherman, skinny-dipping swimmers

Kids turning rocks over catching lil' critters

Eagle in the pine tree eyeballing dinner

My uncle used to cut school to hit the Susquehanna

Kept himself a rod and reel he hid up in the bramble

The school took attendance, it was quiet as a mouse

He was at the river pulling out a giant by its mouth

A river in the daylight is energy and life

A river in the dark can be a genuine surprise

You might find some lovers getting cozy on the shore

Or a cold-blooded psychopath disposing of a corpse

Sitting by the Hudson river talking to a ghost

"I wish that we could rock a beat and smoke an L at Tone's

I miss the way you rhyme and how you never had a clone

Ain't a motherfucker living that could ever crack the code"

I like rivers, I like rivers

Freight ships passing through old drawbridges

It looks so cool when you catch it from a distance

A little less cool when you stuck inside your Civic

I wonder what could possibly be lurking on the bottom

I look into the water and imagine all the options

A fish we never knew about, some rusty old jalopy

The murder weapon used to catch the aforementioned body

I seen a beaver chilling by the bank of the Willamette

We gazed upon each other undeniably enchanted

A wave of telepathic information through the filter

It said, "When I go to heaven I want you to have the river"

He also said the others had agreed that I was chosen

Just don't mention it front of them as gloating is for no one

I'm pretty sure you don't have the authority to say this

But thank you, I accept, I'll have my lawyer draft the papers

I like rivers, I like rivers

Hard to put a price on water for the village

I jumped into the Amazon to launder all my atoms

The Chao Praya had me spilling coffee on the captain

My heart is the East River floating on a frisbee

That came in from the Long Island Sound to sojourn in the city

It's not the kinda water where you'd throw a Triple Lindy

If you get some on your skin they probably notify your siblings

I picture a scenario where someone's held me captive

And escape would mean to build a raft and navigate some rapids

I wonder if my training from the school of TV magic

Would beget some makeshift watercraft that make off for Damascus

In practice I have no desire get into the water

I like to know it's there in the event I ever wanna

Waterfalls, tributaries, Lichtenberg figures

Twilight fireflies, I like rivers

There's nothin' you or anyone can do, this is my nightmare

I've got to get out of it myself, just as I got into it

First uninvited tech I hear pingin'

Ring in a cameo from the hammerstone

Bam, the fantasy brandishing a banana phone

Cramp into the glamper van, vanish off the candid cam

Frying pan to fire like a vandal hand to Montana Gold

Fan the flame of animals with access to the roof like Michelangelo

About to free a statue from a cube

Hold a can of ruby like a spam musubi

In a blink I turn a block or two to pomegranate smoothie

All-state ball of fleas, walk in front a greyhound

In J's so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out

Office in the hall of meat, I can't even check the mail

Without a trail of handlers waving around dog treats

Here boy, Aes' from before the first star wars

I survived action park, I survived lawn darts

Salsa bar all stars, buzzin' and bitchin'

I got a seat at the summit for any son of perdition, wasup

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences

I'll be in the crows nest most days

I know how the whole mess rotate

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment

I've been doing laps of the lost world

I could draw a map to the raw nerve

By the bridge the air has a edge to it

It smell like a burning Sentra, it taste like a TENS unit

The tension is extra extra, the meth'll induce a hubris

The hubris produce a weapon for any potential Judas

A newbie could be confused with

It ain't the hood to play who's who in

I mean you ain't even you in it to who is

I cook in the every nook, I'm a snap of the sewer cap

It's a mile of uneven cobble, a map of the booby traps

I've been active around the alleys, beyond where the taxi taxi

Beyond where the bus'll bus ya, with blood on the classic khakis

A cannonball into traffic, a fire escape his trapeze

A lapse in the record when he circled back to tag the Applebees

And procure the appetizer breadsticks

They kill us in the long run but unite us in the present

A sign of life in the dead ends, even if it's mostly mildew

You ain't get it if you still on that, what are you getting into?

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences

I'll be in the crows nest most days

I know how the whole mess rotate

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment

I've been doing laps of the lost world

I could draw a map to the raw nerve

R-r-r-raw nerve, raw, r-raw, r-raw nerve

R-r-r-r-raw nerve, nerve nerve nerv-

I'm part of what the dour climate begets

A people that don't jump at the power that bees behest

Come bounce around the house of flying rejects

We've been eating where upheaval is a feature not a defect

Tortellini MREs and zero dirty dishes

Only dirty minions yelling over yellow journalism

I got witches and wizards who opt to summer under bridges

Over sun-kissed in the tropics, maybe something's in the liquid

I'm foreign to the comfort of performance for the glory

Every yard is part of out-running an origin story

That get him pressed into the corners

And connecting the dots in no order

Learned to render any exit I want

It's a hole in the floor, it's a door on the bricks

It's a bike in the alley when you can't warp to the ship

I stuck a fork in myself before you were spores in a dish

The mission only as important as that lure in your lip

Sure as shit

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences

I'll be in the crows nest most days

I know how the whole mess rotate

All type a shit, all, all type a shit

Mashing through the mire, the master of my environment

I've been doing laps of the lost world

I could draw a map to the raw nerve

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Holy mountain surf club

Goalie pads, bunker suit, work gloves, surf's up

Be the first to shaka with the scourge of god, circa now

Waving at the mountain goats and "shoulda hired a sherpa" crowd

It's perfect, brick and mortar curling into character

That canopy, that cannonballing barreled in the aperture

Stupefied face of a driver in the moment he realizes

He is ultimately just another passenger

Who is driving who, and who's at one with the upheaval?

Plus, who is gonna free you from the stomach of what eat you?

You might just be that telephone that make the hunter's belly glow

Or better, get ya pinged and guess the ringer though some jelly rolls

Cut the tracker out his neck at a Hess

I had to go in for napkins, nobody so much as flinch

It's like they know what this is

Another floater out to own the night

Who maybe know the road

But doesn't know he doesn't own the rights

I put a flag on a island

Turned out to be the back of giant

When it woke one day in the spring

I said, "Jane, stop this crazy thing"

Jane stop this crazy thing

Jane stop this crazy thing

Jane stop this crazy thing

Yeah, at devils curve he passed an ailing dog

That bit into his shaping like the paving at the wailing wall

And trailing off of the panko he had Banjo'd for the village clout

Had only brought him closer to the brokers at the witch's house

Smoking jacket fit him even though it was a size below

Bloated liver ribboning the crimson of his sinus holes

Anchors on his forearm told the story of this belly up

But hadn't quite been finalized or giantized by anyone

Heavy hums, hissing lawns the jazz that all his neighbors hate

From when he rode the last bus and made cap guns out of paper plates

Last month he was headed east, at least that's what he had in mind

The baggage was too heavy so instead he headed back in time

Madeleines don't eat themselves but best believe the people will

When comfy in the cozy of getting groceries or the diesel bill

Seasons still going to change I guess a rake is still a rake

I guess it is what it is until the breaks become a break

I put a flag on a island

Turned out to be the back of giant

When it woke one day in the spring

I said, "Jane, stop this crazy thing"

Jane stop this crazy thing

Jane stop this crazy thing

Jane stop this crazy thing

Back road workers, in the rye applying pressure

Where the map show serpents

Backbone of the disturbance

The smoke is notable if no deterrent

I been fevered in the cabin, up and headed for the haunting

With my head in my extended hand, perpetually coughing

I guess around the"S" around the tentacles of Audrey

Started entertaining skeptics mighta second guess the calling

It's a strafe to the shoulder, an ego A ∕ B avoidance

Against some certain death insurgency to boil it to a coin flip

That said there's no boiler at the appointment

Just a pulling out of hair hysterical over deployment

I'm a student of the blooper as a part of the bit

It gets 'em whoopin' when I'm snoopy with a scarf in the wind

Scanners report a flying saucer barfing cardinal sin

No mention of defense against some forces larger than it, look

I put a flag on a island

Turned out to be the back of giant

When it woke one day in the spring

I said, "Jane, stop this crazy thing"

Jane stop this crazy thing

Jane stop this crazy thing

Jane stop this crazy thing

I was thinking about Van Gogh recently

I was never really a huge fan of his paintings

But I wouldn't say I actively disliked them either

It's just never been my thing

I found myself thinking about a specific Van Gogh painting

Which I've since learned is called "Landscape with Snow"

I looked it up to see if it still looked as I remembered

And it pretty much did

But this time, I decided I liked it (oh, my gosh)

I can't explain why (you need to leave)

This all led me to Van Gogh's Wikipedia page

I wanted to find out if history considered him

Primarily a landscape, portrait, or still-life painter

He did them all

I browsed the page and didn't really find my answer

But I did come across the following sentence

"Van Gogh was unsuccessful during his lifetime

And was considered a madman and a failure" (damn)

Damn

I mean, I kinda knew that much about him

Wild life, wasn't famous until after he died, etc

But even considering all that, I kept going back to that sentence

Van Gogh started painting at 27

And only worked for about 9 years before committing suicide

And while that's not that long

He did make around 900 paintings and 1000 drawings

I guess I say all that to say this

As a guy who recently decided

He somewhat likes a single painting by Vincent van Gogh

For reasons I can't quite describe

It does make me sad to see a man with mental health issues

And a passion for art summed up as an "unsuccessful madman failure"

Even if he was in fact financially unsuccessful, and kind of a madman

A failure? I don't know

I kinda like that Landscape with Snow, and I'm glad he painted it

Understand what I'm saying?

I guess so, but

Understand what I'm saying?

I guess so, but

Runaways unravel through the ages

To an uptick in unexplained cattle mutilations

I pack light, prowling past Xanadu surveillance

With a can of paint, and cat who bring her daddy home cicadas

The mayor of Thataway, I peel off with the gas nozzle

Steering with my knees, bedazzling the atlatl

With my hands, brick on the pedal, kick in the pants

Park the Plymouth in your kitchen with a list of demands

By the time they run the VIN, I've been a blip on the lam

If I'm lucky I can run, 'til I forget who I am

I'm the running man of Go street, never known cold feet

Age 6 learned to take a piss running full speed

Outran answering to others

While the cancerous among us stand hands on buzzers

Hucksters, that's why whether clawing through the woodlands

Or called to defend Brooklyn, I always be lookin'... out

Out, out, out, out, out, out

Out, out, out, out, out, out

My other name changes every other day

It ain't that other other name

Money, I'm a runaway

Runaways at home in every armpit

Since a moment after hell report a stolen Helm of Darkness

No Auntie Em vignetted yelling hello from the heartsick

Only vendors from the belly selling necklaces of garlic

I ain't neck and neck with nothing son

I'm not the neck and neck type

I don't even know what roses smell like

Left right, I don't even slow to wave let alone stay tuned

Let alone entertain grace in your escape room

Pack a lunch, all they got is rubber worms

And stuff that doesn't cut it for the tentacles of mother earth

Barefoot, running with the butterflies and hummingbirds

First to gut a Philly on the covershot of Runner's World

I don't catch up at the Peach Pit

I'm at peace when the animated wheel of feet spin

Still, notice whether waltzing out the bullpen

Or tossing the couch cushions

I always be lookin'... out

Out, out, out, out, out, out

Out, out, out, out, out, out

My other name isn't what my mother claim

It's something something what's his face

Money I'm a runaway

Grandma Mary prayed the rosary

Name of the father, son, and homemade pierogi

Whole thing of Oleo anointed by the Holy Ghost

In the kitchen cutting up potatoes for the Koshi

4 pots boiling at the same time

Mushrooms jumping out a pickle brine to change lives

30 minutes from Poconos bunny slope

Where Lithuanian immigrants learned to shovel coal

The decor is white Jesus

All walls, everywhere you turn the guy's bleeding

Figurines, images, even a Aes original

A pencil drawing of the praying hands I drew in middle school

My other relatives thought it was pretty cool

I must've drawn like 6 of them shits to distribute

Round where the word of God is the good stuff

And 5 o'clock mass fill the block with babushkas

6:02 back at the fort

You could smell the cigarettes through the door

Potpourri on the shelf, sun down, lightning bugs on the the porch

Way before the sundowning was too much to ignore

This a sharp-witted widow, who do you the fucking solid

Of speaking a different language when gossiping 'bout your mama

Her mama was Mociute to the children

She made a farmer's cheese and live to be a hundred million

As myliu tave, she would call us "kates

Cats, I guess we were hyperactive little brats

It's funny 'cause she had like 10 kids

Though I only met the ones that lived past '76

They mostly been a rotating cast on the sofa

Here an uncle, there an uncle, that is not a soda

Bang on the water pipe, down come Leona

She could eat a onion like a apple what a soldier, gold

I remember this coat being warmer

I wore it all last year

And don't remember needing so many god-damned layers

We are bundled up X-ing the squares

X-ing the squares

Grandma said she used to be a fireman

Grandma said she used to be a lifeguard

Performance art that ran for her entire lifespan

Then again that Mary Mary was a wild card

Back bedroom had a door to the cellar

It's more a hole bore to Gehenna

The lore is ancient, the laws archaic

Y'all keep misbehaving, y'all sleeping in the basement

Better yet y'all sleeping on the porch

She was kidding but it him with the fear of the lord

The gear down's more outta fear than remorse

I guess whatever put a couple a tears in the borscht

Cheers, 2 foot of fresh powdered sugar on the mountain

We opted out for Morton Downey Jr

Marshmallow Fluff above the toaster

It's Vititus for the toast of Hanover, yea

'07 ma called me in London

Tone that could only mean one thing

Your grandmother something, something

Who the fuck's supposed to make the dumplings?

I remember this coat being warmer

I wore it all last year

And don't remember needing so many god-damned layers

We are bundled up X-ing the squares

X-ing the squares

Black is the color of the snow

Snacks in the cupboard by the stove

3-wicks clutter up his home

Deep-six whatever you know

Keep fit shoveling the coal

Keep silly putty on the funnies

Nail down the sum of what you own

Phone every someone that you owe

Cut your own hair in the sink

Change into something that you'd wear

If you were summoned to the throne

Do advanced math on the walls

Talk to your plants, tell 'em something bad from the vaults

Try to split a lentil into threes

Visualize a future with your tabby in a broth

Make your own arrows, learn to throw an axe into a log

Get it casual as a cashew in the maw

Write a phone number with a magnum on your arm

One that when you call it someone answer but they aren't there to talk

Black is the color of the snow

Cash in the cupboard by the stove

Free kicks clutter up his home

The dream is a ferry in the fog

Sheepskin buffering the cold

Sweet wind to carry you to god

Free brunch buffet on the boat

Real maple syrup is involved

Real shame peace is a theory not a law

Precipitation should be clear or not at all, but

Black is the color of the snow

Stash in the cupboard by the stove

Keepsakes clutter up his home

Cell death coming up the coast

Freedom ain't a function it's a mode

Throw a couple punches in the mirror

Punch up your approach, on some

"Are you talking to me" or a thumper out the coat?

Draw something savage on the back or the front or the both

A taunt for the fungus and the mold

Stomp around the room like a child

Throw your fucking baba on the floor

Trauma down to ruin you inside

Body like a buoy in the tide

Vomit come shooting through his eyes

Brain in the pan, black is the color of the paint in the can

Remove all the tubes and the wires

Polish every tooth in your smile

Document the true and livin', not the irrefutably beguiled

Black is the color of the snow

Rats in the cupboard by the stove

Cheap tricks clutter up his home

The dream is a ferry in the fog

Queen-pin stuffing up his cones

Sweet wind to carry you to god

Least fit chumming up the moat

TV on clearance at the mall

Refreshing water disappear into mirage

Precipitation should be clear or not as all, but

Stick out your tongue and taste it

Chase it with a dirty smile

Find beauty in the wasted

We gon' be here for awhile

Fall back, fall down

Wave your arms and legs around

We make them all the same but

Angels, they look different now

O' death, O' death

Could ya please hold a moment, I am so in effect

In the red corner, black snow a notable threat

I'm in the blue corner, satin over solar event

Golden oval on the belt, granny floral on the trunks

Orange tiger on the robe, iron horseshoe in the glove

I ain't foreign to the dance, I been up against the ropes

And refs, granted never while I'm humming "Let it Snow"

Let it snow, I thread a whole cyclone eye

In no time, zebra coat never not bone dry

Get it, I don't wanna set the wrong tone

But I hear a bell ding, there another pawn go

Footwork dirty, a blur to the eye witness

Encourage a crowded theatre to curse at a fried Christmas

What plague add blood to the flakes

Something from another world, son, the water ain't safe

And I step in the arena with a hundred one apes

Looking dead at the upheaval like it's summer at the cape

I'm saying, nothing shake the mother of all hate

Like a plea to "Hurry up I got another ball of snakes

On the schedule", the principal of other pressing matters

Press the button get the present company Abracadabra'd

This ring is a beach house, for critical beat downs

And free snow cones between rounds

It go, cash only, ashes ashes

Bet the farm, Aes get the dark cloud active

Pay-per-view event live, prehistoric man fights

Visual analogy of profound baggage

For the folks in the back row

Stomping on the floor when the black snow Glass Joe

Thank you, y'all have a safe night

See you in the morn, the forecast ain't right