Lateef - Latyrx lyrics

[Lyrics Born (aligned line for line):] 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, 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!" 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, a**uming 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 surpa**ing her And hearing her laughter as I pa**ed her, all ready to catch my little pa**enger! 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?! [Lateef (aligned line for line):] 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 pa**, 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, ba*tard I'm THE FASTEST Quick draw like Western cla**ics, 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! [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 we have penciled-in 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 a 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? [Lateef:] …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 s**, s**, s**. And more flesh, flesh, flesh; Robbing the soul of its precious, sensuousness Most of these rappers talking sh** out of the side of they neck, what the heck?! It's more and more s**as gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less Lesson one? If aiming to impress-press-press? You gotta do it yoself 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 [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 to 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 — 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? [Lateef:] As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation But you f** 'round with this and you'll get eaten [Lateef:] You gettin laid to rest Ain't slayin' Latyrx You gettin laid to rest OVER THE SUNSET'S EDGE!