Lyrics Latyrx - Latyrx

Latyrx

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 reflected 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 took 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
In-can-des-cently glowing hands and in-finitely
We will explore your inquisitive, tendencie
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!»
And 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 miles then fall on myself in layers
Like a thickened band of taffy
Assuming every length and shape imaginable
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
And hearing her laughter as I passed her, all ready to catch my little
passenger!
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
Popped back down into her bedroom…
…and she… she.
coughed?!
Born the correlation relation shaping
The forms are taking the station we’re on
We’re warm, the verbal intercourse
And mind fornication is on wind, design is tight;
Cause burns more than blunts;
or oil at midnight;
The clock turns as it often does
Fight it with all ya might scrub, you learn more if ya listen:
Timing is more than tic.
toc.
ticking
Rippin’s a mission so come equipped—but NOT with
Remote clickers or clips in the nine, ya mind
Is fine with me, brother ya chicken you can’t rhyme
And punks react violently—but bad men respond silently
Later hearing your gone and the facts
While sipping on cognac, quietly
Privately
Commenting on society
Modestly, honestly
…asking why fools even try it when they undeniably
And obviously!
Undoubtedly;
decidedly — you wack!
I stretch out and expand in 3-D like galaxies
Establishing terrestrial con-tact, 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 equals MC 2,»
Don’t be sarcastic—my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted!
Syncopated 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 thing is I’m glad to be the baddest!
Sittin' fattest after I’m finished lunchin', munchin' em before that;
I’m slashin', attackin 'em;
ripping action in sound clashes, BASTARD I’m THE
FASTEST
Quick draw like Western classics, big jaw
Voice cuts through 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!
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, a reminder that
The precious metals and ores
Mined for early in the earth’s surface sediment
Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor, if you will
Represented by the treasures indicative of our entrance
Into the Earth’s center
Incentive, isn’t it?
…yes, Yes, YES!
Well, yes, yes, yes
You’re dealing with lyricists that’s: fresh, fresh, fresh
You wan' test?
Surely ya jest, look
Let’s 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, yup
Each one as hard as erections, I got to flex, flex, flex!
For project protection, I’m collecting text, techs, Tecs
While you’re caught up
Thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex
And more flesh, flesh, flesh
Robbing the soul of its precious sensuousness
Most of these rappers 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
Lesson one?
If aiming to impress-press-press?
You gotta do it yourself
Quiet as kept, kept, kept
If my work is respected, I’ll collect checks, checks, checks
They can’t all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest
So I ain’t stressin' off it
'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
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 to the bottom of his sarcophagus
Writhing around till the only thing left
Were little scraps of nothingness, those scattered all about infinity!
All different shapes and sizes going wherever—
—but all of one entity!
That I had brought together for my pleasure
Watch this now — your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons
Rendered from a rusty Ford fender!
You get your steak and eggs?
Caesar vinaigrette?
Savor your cigarette, cause I’mma tape your lips!
Become my marionette: You curtsy, pirouette
And when my blade caress?
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?
As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation
But you fuck 'round with this and you’ll get eaten
You gettin laid to rest
Ain’t slayin' Latyrx
You gettin laid to rest
OVER THE SUNSET’S EDGE!