LATYRX - Latyrx lyrics

rate me

[Lyrics Born:]

Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about,

Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground.

Why do they love it so?

Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes,

And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts,

Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into

Deep, dark, space around Taurus,

And the Mormons can't explain the stars reflectin' in her corneas.

It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets which

Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and-

Who was it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit?

She had to forfeit little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.

Privately, we recorded her,

Intimately, yes! We courted her with-

"Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my-

Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely,

We will explore your inquisitive tendencies;

The intrinsic and the explicit,

We won't inhibit any of your inquiry,

But first the fire must be met then quenched by you candidly and randomly venting any

Thoughts, memories, anything!

It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!"

So we left gravity,

Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then,

Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts,

And then I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,

Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a thickened band of taffy,

Assuming every length and shape imaginable,

Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,

But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly,

I shot out like a javelin after her screams,

First matching her speed, then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her,

But the web I spun had not strengthened yet,

And the momentum sent them stretching through my intentions, And I popped!

Dolly lost. . . . . . .

And Lorraine. . . . . ..

Plopped back down into her bedroom,

And coughed

[Lateef:]

Born

the correlation

relation shapin'

the forms

are takin' their stations warned

we're warmed

the verbal intercourse and mind fornication

is on, whine, design is tight,

corn burn more than blunts

or oil at midnight

the clock turns, as it often does

fight it with all ya might scrub

ya learn more if ya listen

timing is more than tic-toc-tickin'

rippin's a mission so come equipped

but not with remote clickin's or clips

in the nine

ya mind

is fine

with me

brother

ya chickens, you caint rhyme

and punks react violently

but bad men respond silently

later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely

privately

commenting on society

modestly,

honestly,

asking why fools even try it

when they're undeniably

and obviously,

undoubtedly,

decidedly,

wack

I strech out and expand

in 3-D like

galaxies establishing terrestrial contact, like

roll up the windows, crank the heat, relax recline the seat,

and thank Lateef,

take two and pass,

give it a little gas and ask

"What's the riddle mean?"

Fantastic

G E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted

synchopated audiosyncratic madness

concentrated

focused

on the rabbit

like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine

armed with claws that bring murderous tragedies

to even human beings burdened with feelings of sadness

ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest

sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em

before that

I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action

in sound clashes

bastard I'm the fastest

quick draw

like: western classics

BIG JAW, voice cuts like a saw

sprinkling you like Magic

as the cataclysm hits

like SMACK

vocabic havoc cracks

your sternum, spine, and scapula

spectacularly

propelling you backwards over the edge

of the track

[Lyrics Born:]

Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple,

You will notice from your new knowledge experience,

That the distance from the crust to the mantle to the core,

Is much greater than previous measurements,

And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a myriad of new findings,

Different from the supposed truths,

The ample evidence we presented,

It complemented our argument that "everything is impermanent".

Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element has suggested is legitimate,

And finally, as a reminder,

The precious metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment,

Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor,

Represented by the treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center,

Incentive isn't it?

[Lateef:]

yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes,

You're dealing with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh,

You wan test surely ya jest, look, lets just get

one thing correct before ya step focus on breath, breath, breath,

one rep,

breath, breath, breath,

select yet another set of styles? Yup, yup, yep,

each one as hard as erections I got to flex, flex, flex,

for project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex,

while you're caught up,

thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex,

and more flesh, flesh, flesh,

robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness

most of these rappers are talking shit out of the side of they neck

what the heck?

It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less

and lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press,

you gotta do it yourself

quiet as kept, kept, kept,

if my work is respected I collect checks, checks, checks,

they cain't all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest

so I aint stressin' off that bullshit.

[Lyrics Born:]

'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard?

I've authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred,

And I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone,

I kicked the devil in his neck without my rosary on.

[Lateef:]

and I checked out the vampire's nest

sans garlic, dissed his harlots, then without the crucifix

plunged the wooden stake deep inside his chest

Pinned him!

thrashing around in the bottom of his sarcophagus

writhing around

till the only thing left,

were little scraps of nothingness

those scattered all about infinity

[Lyrics Born:]

All different shapes and sizes going wherever

[Lateef:]

But all of one entity

[Lyrics Born:]

That I had brought together for my pleasure

Watch this now,

[Lyrics Born:]

Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons rendered from a rusty Ford fender,

You get your steak and eggs,

Your Caesar vinaigrette,

Savor your cigarette,

'Cuz I'ma tape your lips,

Become my marionette,

You curtsy, pirouette,

And when my blade caresses,

I scrape my bayonet,

You lose your favorite legs,

I love that fragrance,

Playful Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous,

You slaying La-Tyrx?

You're driving majorettes,

Over some acreage.

[Lateef:]

As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation

but you fuck 'round with this and you'll get aten.

[Lateef:]

You gettin laid to rest

ain't slayin' Latyrx

you gettin laid to rest

over the Sunset's edge