Sneeze on a million grains of sand and fill a hand
till it like the land of Abel, or was it Cain who toiled in the fable
the other brother got the upper hand and the stable
i dont mean to label
but Jezebel is one hot bitch and she owns a label
no ones watching cable
anymore, not a penny more for the cause
its a war for the cause
its a corridor into Mordor for the cause
a corridor into Mordor for the cause
its a corridor into Mordor for the cause
Boris took a sawed off to Warsaw, saw a war coming
the oars are drumming up the deep
the ships they are black, they are sleek
Look dude capitalism isn’t about your opinion of my opinion about your selfproclaimed genius. I don’t care what you think. Except I believe you think I’m a good rapper. This, you can know.
The rest… I have way too much deference before the US to be as arrogantly prognosticating as you are. Plus I’ve apparently done a much keener scope of the field. You’re missing something.
I respect your capacity for art more than your capacity for saying sensible things about politics. That says something, as you arent boring in the latter either. But there is more juice to the rhymes and the prose than to the analysis.
Happy with the general message.
Oh yeah Jay Z he is big league. But given the interviews I’ve seen with him I doubt his capacity for representation.
Brimming with all the hopes and desires of American
Youth, he set forth as a leader of sorts.
Just what
Sorts it is impossible to say at this time.
But he had
The imaginary support he needed to venture beyond
The small environment he’d come to know as his
Home town.
Friends thought him foolish and felt free to
frequently tell him so.
Deep down they all felt envy.
Envious that he could muster, where they could not,
The courage that was necessary to embark beyond
The notion that survival was based upon the ability
To rise at seven a.m. five days a week.
He felt joy.
And well he should.
He was a “babe in
The woods” and a “kid in a candy store” all at the same time.
The world was his oyster and he planned
To shuck it, cover it with Tabasco, and slurp it down
His cake hole all within an “El Sobrante Fortnight”.
Definition of an “El Sobrante Fortnight” is yet to be determined.
But reliable sources say the time span is
Somewhere between two weeks and a decade.
Fast like the Halley comet
Catch rabbits like Wallace and Gromitt
The time is upon it
Too many lost causes
The mind pauses
Pass me the benjamins
I’m in it for the parcels
Greedy mind, Greedy lawmen
Eat a pretty lady like a plate of ramen
Capitulating fast, can I get an Amen?
Habituated to the nether barmen
In radically different terms than I, I do have to admit you are a political genious. First got me thinking about Trump. I do would like to know what you see.
But I know how that goes. The very revelation relies on political expediency.
Fuck it, I’m comfortable with the bet. The bet is that I subjectively will be able to acknowledge if I lost, and ditto from your side.