[Verse 1: Tom Solar]
My name is Tom Solar, I am a cold polar auteur
The earth will crack when my word occur at the altar
Haven't been south of the border
Go first...
Mojo: polo, my photo says I'm solo
Flow go rolo, heavy on the caramel
Go slow though, steady like a carousel
Bask you in stink linguistics, mystic spit-emitting acumen, fact of it is
My ballistics do speak of blast - present, future, past
But it's not about who hasn't ducked a stray, it's about who has
Who speaks of last as lack of wack?
Not the subzero people, f** that razamataz
Which pale ears attend cla** for leaking beetles?
All I seen of late is weak-minded non-feelers, it's not hoe, it's Venus, grow a penis, know a thing or three about genius
Leaders of freeness
Serena has 21 slams, how you gonna only screen Maria for magazines?
I'm not mad at these, almost wanna laugh at these tidbits
I'm in this for more, with more, going to bring more illness
The good kind, built with a good mind
Still on them p's and q's, not trying to make easy news
Trying to break the rules just a teency amount, so as to fake out the over-users of "you and you"
Make them into fools, now who's with the blues without clues?
f** pins and needles, all sounds of old mounds of rulers in time, I'm bringing that solarpolar rhyme, coldfunkvibes of wonky size, look see, I got drunk on frost bit funk
Spilt this quick think on a bunk motherf**er, mixed with silk bada-bing, ain't never clinked to no liquor thicker in pa**ion than the beautiful poison I fashion
Get your rations while they lasting
We'll turn up on the dark side of the moon like goons, go back to earth while the universe move faster
And we grow dastardlier
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