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Story behind the song
The second verse I had written in 2012 for sh** s and giggles, thought the bars and dynamic story were pretty impressive. It wasn't until I wrote this first verse, really for a much faster song, then found this dope ass Ratatat beat, that I thought of a hook and slapped that second verse into it. It fit like an OJ glove.
Lyrics
VERSE 1
Drip acid in the mushroom soup with Lucy's Sky Diamonds,
And Purple Pills crush them in the Tea we prepared,
Mixing magic spelling bee stingers drip honey
I consume as I slowly reach the top of the stairs
See all my dead homies holdin' blunts in the air,
And all chant slowly homie never be scared
And that's the moment that I knew that mastering spiritual energy
would be my destiny I see a new reality
Potions, tonics, frog belly sweat inducing vomit.
I clean it up with Comet, Earth is my planet
Rip a new hole in the Ozone blowing smoke
To let it ventilate after I hotbox
Synapses activate the axons sending signals with serotonin-boosters
I'm back on top of the motherf*** er latched on
The helicopter so I never fall off
Turn to microphone into a sawed-off
HOOK
Floating through the vapors lifted
Go up to Molly's and kick it
Pull up the weeds in the garden
We just barely started
I don't know where I am going
I have an absolute knowing
Swim in the river of liquor
We just reached Nirvana
VERSE 2
(uhh, yea)
Cannibalism, I'll stab you in prison with a toothbrush
Don't really give 2 f*** s so I grab my 2 nuts,
Twist 'em around, realign my penis spine each season like a chiropractic,
Shake it around like a seizure, anaphylactic shock
I'll reflect a Medusa glance just to rock you,
I'm hostile, Yosemite Sam I'll greet at high noon,
Blast you away with this spit spray in the form of a typhoon
Cyclone, this rhyme zone has been my home since high school.
Some say I'm crazy, I'm just lazy I've been locked in a cage,
I'm depraved, I'll dig your grave with f*** in' David Spade.
When the cops come I'll gladly say to 'em 'just shoot me,'
Then Bourne Supremacy whoop ass in honor of Rodney, Huey and Tookie
I'm prepared for the cameras and the bullet barrage,
Ballistics, the 4th Beastie Boy fixin' to Sabotage,
Most emcees forget to MC when they start to see stars,
But I'll remember forever like riding a bike, b*** , I handle bars
HOOK
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