William S. Burroughs - Third Abandoned Planet lyrics

[William S. Burroughs] How did this all start? How did you get here in the first place? If you found conditions so distasteful here on Planet Earth, why did you stay? Good question, I mean good questions, young man [Verse 1] Oooo, the way my heart pumps magic 23 Feeling like the velveteen rabbit Running with Jeezy and Indians Cold blooded with a set of peace raps obsidian These actions satisfy the inner Simian From the zoo to the UFO I can see clones about up in flashier clothes Drying the clothesline If I can help 'em I just cut em like swineless, priceless to the rhyme Dimebag the bones Hock'em by the road on vagabond close Breathing through the nose like I'm bleeding through the quotes I only stop the flow to breathe in, then let it go My creed rolling slick Greed running thick Blaq Russian in this b**h Ivan, The Terrible Hip hop reviver, my miracles give lyrics the himelick Sick as the mind get Just check if the spine twitched, divide scripts Java, MS DOS the doct was straight from the doctor Never ever ever met the proper Jon imposter Prematurely in the incubator with this ink and paper made me speak in major In the incubator with this ink and paper [William S. Burroughs] My arrival here was an accident An accident in which I lost my sight If a man makes a certain amount of money by a certain means He will go on making more money by the same means That's all Human activities are fairly predictable [Verse 2] Script the parchment Just to pick apart the varmint Spin the carca** on the spit Spin those build award drobes undone keeping torches lit Stay tortureless world grows as tongue unravels p**no The dick market price The rhymes will never be this nice Seeing how lightning strikes You like for me to ice Should I forget the orchid of my life My mind will most likely hermaphrodite and cap the night This unorthodox flow's unchosen you never know 'til the afterlife After light has being shown, I am prone to remind your favourite rapper what life after d**h rapping's like I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a Magnemite Compa** points to your boy like magnetite Tight, tight, tight All encompa**ing the flow could give these head nods deaf and drumless Leaving rappers toothless and gumless They never heard of a vocal cord or jawline I judge them Round these parts no, f** Round these parts no flubbin I don't f** witcha ho boys They so dumb they think the Vice President is Joe Budden They biding my style Yo, they biding my styyyyle [William S. Burroughs] What sort of place did you people come from? What sort of place did we come from? If you want the answer to that question, just look around Ladies and gentleman, you have just heard an interview with Mr