Calm Tornado
Quelle: Spotify
[Hook]:
The first 16 bars of the calm show plenty a bottle of water is kept
It's 'bout to be a wsssssssh
Like which y'all never seen
See
The final 8 bars of the storm
There isn't a barn I ain't willin' to wreck
It's 'bout to be a whooooooh
Y'all will never forget
[Verse One]:
I turn down tail, cats fiend for
Decathlete, what I need caffeine for?
Classically, fa la la, like gasoline
While I'm fast asleep
Listen carefully
"Sand, you ain't gotta write no masterpiece
You got advanced degrees."
Please
Peace
I, dream, weave
My funk richer than your regular reek
Rhythm is the true religion, I rock secular jeans
That was me enforcing the streets
While the bosses keep us deep in sufrir
Now I won't cease till my people are free
It's not too hot in kitchens that was frigid originally
Maybe you should leave
Met froze opponents in the polar ice
Handle my cahones, you've never beholded apotenterpoltergeist
The bluest demons of police is prone to fall for buckin' the protocol, I'm known as the prototype
The greater part of performance is 'cut & paste'
My comments is anything but common place
My parlance is what would be born if Transformers and phonics could fornicate
[Hook]
[Verse Two]:
My beard rubber band matches my outfit
I'd like to make an announcement
My outfit is...thick
I stick fingers in outlets
Here we go
No llama could out spit
No Jet leader could out riff
I leave space kinda like Alf did
Seen Dark Knights/nights kinda like Alfred
Kinda like alfredo
Saucy
Platano Plato
Radio won't play though
DJ's on the payroll
No bueno!
(Sand, they playin' your record on the radio right now though)
Oh
Perhaps they know
This is not your typical plain old average Joe verses
This is Joe Versus The Volcano
Hobbes, Locke and Aesop's Fables
Planet Rock, Janis Joplin, Bach, hands that rock cradle
"Sand build a ark, save the art" cried a archangel with a cocked halo
I had to nod, I could not say "no"
Wrote the calm in a tornado
Cause American been conned and been clogged, I been called Drano
Sure Sands wear see me where? San Ramon
I see ya and raise ya and I'm Razor Ramon
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
You can't write 24 bar verses
You can't talk in 3rd person
They won't purchase
And why you call yourself the Dream Merchant?
You're too deep
You need to call yourself a sea urchin
Stop blabbin' how you cut grass
How cuttin' grass help you see serpents
People need purple not purpose
Rap is supposed to be earning, not be earnest
You provide a simple service
Go ahead and sip some syrup, you're not a civil servant
It never hurts to stir up a little skirmish
It never hurts to steer the herd towards bein serfs
Bein' servants instead of being insurgents
That's more profit, pockets, purses
That's the art you need to perfect
Nobody's perfect
Nobody 'cept for everybody
You not up to foil Illuminati
You probably groggy from fluoride in Dasani
I put the lawyer into loitering lobbies
Voices in my noggin say remember 'Nam and remember Nagasaki
For Twitter is now occurring was having common instead of carbon copy
Industry beef is increasing keep peeps from peepin' what's in their beef and broccoli
Sons is ominous, obviously I keyed into something brewin'
Says batters in Milwaukee
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