Anti-Pop Consortium - Rinseflow lyrics

[Hook: High Priest] Shark-infested water Message in a bottle No man is an island Individual visual MC, me I love life (x2) [Verse 1: High Priest] Disconcerting unnerving let's try something new this time I'll play the part of the heart-torn rapper Trying to reveal his real feelings But lacking devices priceless paradigm, I'm The papermate ape in a human suit Loot genesis condense ego fine line Slash dot dash asteroid blast 8-bit graphic Atari adolescent reminiscent of days Before the sun wanted to compromise an additional 3/5th component Opponent of linear times sublime deluxe electrolux flux On the crux replay the crucifiction doubting Thomas Atomic scars on gla** desert marks the presence of Prehistoric thermocombustion but something In the back of my mind keeps me here Careful baby girl, daddy's mind is gone She saw me standing still, still moving trying to keep it gathered Together we laugh, gave her a bath Put her in bed, crashed next to wife Life infinite, perspective perpetual dawn rising horizon the eyes In MCs lurk, I do the work my creator Makes a lot and start the day a new cartoon blends In baby's laughter after me in Miss's kiss, hug, lay up Get up, start the day once more beyond the corridor of Time awaits, only fate knows, fully-blown recurring theme Extrapolating rap-relating the invisible man, cellophane tape Dance stance, Spanish Harlem to Pakistan lance light saber (woo!) Noble savage, idiot savant cavalier 3-part frames Change lanes...no blinkers Life's too fast...need to take it slow [Hook] [Verse 2: M. Sayyid] I f** the rubberbands that make the man stand At the gathering of data slash out of contrast Verse slash, slap n***as across the table like moms Plus cookie calamaro calms, no qualms, these psalms Like palms bring alms in forms of nods Shake a n***a's chin like "uh" Jack Klugman Come on, give it up like s*uts On the eve of prom night, I'm capping your crowns ?? a country style like the pentagon, planet e I square for the calendar, wait in line for a patty Want n***as sweat me like Betty Betty Betty Life is comedy, tragedy mundane and frozen in a muddle Battery tunnel so I huddled in a trance pure So I can keep sh** out like the New York bubble Make four sets of s**tuplets go to the scene and laugh clean See, really the only comp' is my reflection in the mirror Terrors I battle to you, we'll go back home And soak my face in rinseflow, dry face in a towel Blow the local ?? and glare and keep my stares to prayers