third eye open sheds a gold tear / grey beard god holds an old year / folds it into days, into hours, crushing seconds out of minutes / collapses into particles, and ends it to begin it / its finished, from the instance of existence & inception / embrace the cycle, meditation, genuflection / the reflection of perfection, innersight is dope / you gotta try to fly to float / step inside of the kaleidoscope / side note, we're more than sum total of zygotes / tried coke, left me with a red nose, white nostrils & i'm broke / i'm only serious when i joke / leavin' little cartoon bubble clouds floating in the sky wherever i spoke / like 'hold that thought?' i'll be right back / my minds out to lunch on a far away planet and won't write back / i don't right wrongs, i write 'em into songs / leave em bundled at your doorstep, like cuneiform newborns / grip mics like forceps, deliver the product of raw sex / man of many faces, hats, uniforms / heart pumpin' ox blood, spirit of a unicorn / i turn up, not in the alcoholic or loud sense / turn up for life daily, in a humble & proud sense / should i slip, slide & falter don't be salty / or fault me, i was built to spill & born faulty
belly up to the juice bar, boys / the john cage of hip hop, cuz when i sit & spit in silence, i got bars, boyz / in full command of the planets & star toys / you're either livin' to die or dyin' to live, hard choice / my simple solution arrived at by the process of reduction / is a life spent dabbling around madness, never stuck in / the suction of the black hole, stagnation can attract mold / so when you act old, know it's a whack role / keep it movin', for the sake of circulation / herby haters makin' jerky faces at my quirky statements / i guess the truth hurts, they scowl in pain / i transform into lupine form, and howl in rain / the way i subjugate, subjects and predicates bow to my reign / my scepter's ruby tip lights up the way, now and again / illumination that can move a nation / my ruminations equal voluntary euthanasia via groovy music placement / i'm truly greatness, these rappers are actor movie fakers / patchouli vapors & lapis lazuli jewelry maker / nouns and vowels abound & soundwise / profound & wise, like life viewed through owl's round eyes
i'm so down, guys, so underground the reaper has to keep an ear beneath the ground / to hear the sound rise, from the other side / don't sword fight with a butterknife, run for cover, hide! / and when the song ends, it sorta feels like a lover died / emcee your mother cried, spit like sick teens / try to flip the script, but they split like ripped jeans / some rappers are caustic, spittin sixteens / myself? i dabble in flossin', spittin' sistines / chapel level apple of the eye, art architect / tackle devils, stack em ever high, on your mark, get set / bars from the constellations, star connects / i astral project, so grassy-ass, like pastures for pets / switch your soul out with folgers, i told you it's true mental / grip a pad & pencil & sharpen it like a ginsu / modern day michelangelo, nut-hangers are found strangled / my hands wrapped in cable, mic hangin low.
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016
