Latyrx (Last Chance to Comprehend)

Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground Why do they love it so? Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into Deep, dark, space around Taurus And the Mormons can't explain the stars reflectin' in her corneas It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets which Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and- Who was it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit? She had to forfeit little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches Privately, we recorded her Intimately, yes! We courted her with- "Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my- Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely We will explore your inquisitive tendencies; The intrinsic and the explicit We won't inhibit any of your inquiry But first the fire must be met then quenched by you candidly and randomly venting any Thoughts, memories, anything! It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!" So we left gravity Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts And then I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a thickened band of taffy Assuming every length and shape imaginable Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly I shot out like a javelin after her screams First matching her speed, then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her But the web I spun had not strengthened yet And the momentum sent them stretching through my intentions, And I popped! Dolly lost. . . . . . And Lorraine. . . . . .. Plopped back down into her bedroom And coughed [Lateef:] Born The correlation Relation shapin' The forms Are takin' their stations warned We're warmed The verbal intercourse and mind fornication Is on, whine, design is tight Corn burn more than blunts Or oil at midnight The clock turns, as it often does Fight it with all ya might scrub Ya learn more if ya listen Timing is more than tic-toc-tickin' Rippin's a mission so come equipped But not with remote clickin's or clips In the nine Ya mind Is fine With me Brother Ya chickens, you caint rhyme And punks react violently But bad men respond silently Later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely Privately Commenting on society Modestly Honestly Asking why fools even try it When they're undeniably And obviously Undoubtedly Decidedly Wack I strech out and expand In 3-D like Galaxies establishing terrestrial contact, like Roll up the windows, crank the heat, relax recline the seat And thank Lateef Take two and pass Give it a little gas and ask "What's the riddle mean?" Fantastic G E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted Synchopated audiosyncratic madness Concentrated Focused On the rabbit Like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine Armed with claws that bring murderous tragedies To even human beings burdened with feelings of sadness Ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest Sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em Before that I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action In sound clashes Bastard I'm the fastest Quick draw Like: western classics BIG JAW, voice cuts like a saw Sprinkling you like Magic As the cataclysm hits Like SMACK Vocabic havoc cracks Your sternum, spine, and scapula Spectacularly Propelling you backwards over the edge Of the track Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple You will notice from your new knowledge experience That the distance from the crust to the mantle to the core Is much greater than previous measurements And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a myriad of new findings Different from the supposed truths The ample evidence we presented It complemented our argument that "everything is impermanent" Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element has suggested is legitimate And finally, as a reminder The precious metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor Represented by the treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center Incentive isn't it? [Lateef:] Yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes You're dealing with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh You wan test surely ya jest, look, lets just get One thing correct before ya step focus on breath, breath, breath One rep Breath, breath, breath Select yet another set of styles? Yup, yup, yep Each one as hard as erections I got to flex, flex, flex For project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex While you're caught up Thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex And more flesh, flesh, flesh Robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness Most of these rappers are talking shit out of the side of they neck What the heck? It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less And lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press You gotta do it yourself Quiet as kept, kept, kept If my work is respected I collect checks, checks, checks They cain't all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest So I ain't stressin' off that bullshit 'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard? I've authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred And I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone I kicked the devil in his neck without my rosary on [Lateef:] And I checked out the vampire's nest Sans garlic, dissed his harlots, then without the crucifix Plunged the wooden stake deep inside his chest Pinned him! Thrashing around in the bottom of his sarcophagus Writhing around Till the only thing left Were little scraps of nothingness Those scattered all about infinity All different shapes and sizes going wherever [Lateef:] But all of one entity That I had brought together for my pleasure Watch this now Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons rendered from a rusty Ford fender You get your steak and eggs Your Caesar vinaigrette Savor your cigarette 'Cuz I'ma tape your lips Become my marionette You curtsy, pirouette And when my blade caresses I scrape my bayonet You lose your favorite legs I love that fragrance Playful Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous You slaying La-Tyrx? You're driving majorettes Over some acreage [Lateef:] As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation But you fuck 'round with this and you'll get aten [Lateef:] You gettin laid to rest Ain't slayin' Latyrx You gettin laid to rest Over the Sunset's edge