MC Paul Barman - Hairy Moth Owl lyrics

Say Ho! if you're a rasta alfredo And make dreads in your head from eggs, peanut bu*ter or play dough Holler back if you love the dollar rack Cause the vacuum packed dollar's wack Break bones take up breath and cold press flesh like a stethoscope With no big thrill for the d**h of hope But you asked for it, spit a cla**ic in the casket The flask hit the violin sheath: hope won't nope The smile and teeth, a cure the born But more is preferred to mourn Twisted by murder p**n - a word to warn Your fears are destined to manifest Whether you coast or plan the best Amethyst amulets I am obsessed Let your camera rest and have an unmediated experience for once You search for your voice cause you don't hear what you say If you gotta do something then do it today Jewels spray out my eyes and my hands The front row faints, there's surprise in the stands Gems fly out the sand and the rainboaconstrictor can spy where they land Achievement depends on the size of the plan Mines is limited to the frogs that ribbited Timid as the guys in the band I'm too original to be pigeon holed, a wizened old man Put one fist in the air like you're punching a mobile No ceiling to your feeling can't see it's so real The pedals are mental - envision the bike path My psyche is Nike, you likey my mic math My pa**ion is action, can latch on silicone k** a clone imagine If cuts spill a poem there's hope for the future Suture, cauterize, what lying eyes water as the daughter dies But I came to resurrect Not like she never left, but with newfound respect for the presence of her essence I choose to reflect Circumspect people tread lightly When they travel they just sightsee Make yourself known No one was exempt when I said what I meant Only copy the spirit in which to invent Give up giving up for lent Just cause you fear a j**el don't make you unspiritual Here at school we know that denial though a viral spiral is a part of survival I will write the nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-new bible Eyeball measurement, guesstimate destined fate What you'd expect, me not to expectorate? My soul's all of space, each rhyme is a cloudburst Move crowds first physically those who disagree wowed worst Pure say ow the moth owl bowed to the earths