Will Taubin - Pomegranate3 lyrics

Roll stunts blunts, cards, strings from citars, clouds from cigars, myths from Sumerian gods Holy who*es blowing Boris like a holy Shafar Hoes acting Hip-Hop naughty, treat her like a Saudi Blood forming on the pavement like you splashed a 40 I chug Stoli, shadow puppet demons now you're horny Riveting, no foreplay when I fit it in Flash forward to my old days how had it been: a dark prince Left permanent echoes in dark alleys then spark wits Threw five gold sheckles in a bum's trolley If not for rhymin how would you get this symbollic rant I run for president make everything 99 cent Venus beam splash mad shine from my sun visor, now my thoughts Dirty like a hick with one incisor Magnetic field power moves, armored mask, delicate Balance, Taekwondo on top of pianos Mood ring finger rigged with a splitter, laser gun cheater The world's fixed - I piss on missile launchpads and they hiss Some worship rappers running through a field with their dress furling That's why I turned off the TV became a brain surgeon Ever since I watched the brightest minds trapped underneath So when I can't reach the top I have to drill through the teeth I seems sick, a mental patients dream tick, hero disorder Committed in surround sound, swigging placebo water These monologues nicely framed in megabits Lusting fame, can't tell if this Just a game, what benefits Thus remain to keep selling this pain In felonious settings, I put the words to this page In millions of glorious weddings We bombed this beauty, she got scars to prove it Just a violent breed, every breath pumps blood to mix the seeds Prompt to k**, clans made fortunes from this Yes drones are looking at us, yes go on - resist Activists hurling Starbucks co*ktail, when all else fails Sick men stack gold just to build they own jail Son I'm nice with it, I level whole cities to pigeon feathers, And I've seen countless primadonnas f** themselves. leaving happy trails on mattresses Nothing wrong with the current batch's wild practices Once you taste the red granules, value saturates Flip flesh like spatulas, ignoring addict's shrieks for help Lakes on fire, gooey metal, primordial mess Shroomy meadows, Earth possessed It was here that young mescal fixed his transmitter And poured his power into little green bu*tons That taste bitter. Yet The new fruit of knowledge revealer and healer Let's find him together so he can show us the new Eden "I was able to detect a definite melody. It was a composite of high pitched sounds, like human voices, accompanied by a deep ba** drum. I focused all my attention on the melody, and again noticed that the systole and diastole of my heart coincided with the sound of the ba** drum, and with the pattern of the music. I stood up and the melody stopped. I tried to listen to my heartbeat, but it was not detectable."