thermometer

[Verse 1: E L U C I D] Sea salt over left shoulder No weapon formed, I done told ya Fuck what it take to get on, I’m getting over Float the rock, shoot yo shot, skim cream off top, cosmic slop Fifty two hand block this snot box, we go rock stop for why Baby cry hoarse Selassie I, world of pain Uncertain time we’re locked away, we’re locked away But joy today for me and mine It’s hard to say that every rising of the sun Now and again I’m reminded like I’m dumb They'll only remember science if it’s sung Other side of time they say he from Climb the ladder, grease the rung Grease the rung, climb the ladder Stone mountain camo, this the burning of Atlanta Senator’s daughter geeking in a bando Chicken wing, licking thigh from Nando’s She go where the bang go Poverty is a crime Yes you get cancelled wrinkled bank notes Who got ganked, bro? Move as I say so Serpents and rainbows and plain clothes, throwing bones in the polerón I’m on, I’m on I’m on, I’m on I’m on, I’m on I’m on, I’m on I’m on, I’m on I’m— [Verse 2: milo] I’m on Lied about writing in iambic pentameter A lot of rappers are scared of thermometers Twinkle toes repose, repertoire catastrophic Rappers need business insurance, the vision gets blurred Cookie-faced and paranoid trying to buy a high chair Trying to buy more time on Earth to avoid the job fair Aerial Toll House, nary a bold mouse could hold this cat Was once tee-totaler, now pees in peepholer Back to the task at hand Ro’ stuck emoting stone-faced like Alpaca Man Ro’ glare like a bastardized cat scan Sweaty palms when you dap the man, like Dat Phan, or Kim Dotcom Rapped it like Sinbad’s sitcom, who’s the mark? Pill box cocked in Pilsen hot Spouting out Robert Anton Wilson to the block The whole point was to make ‘em say it back to me Spent my time on this mortal coil floating Natural enemy to any O'Doyle gloatin’ All uniforms was plant-dyed Nostrum Grocers by a landslide, Nostrum Grocers by a landslide I’m Mélisande Colomb on my first day You would swear on everything you want it in the worst way Don’t be scared to bleed and smear mud in it Here we go with yesteryear's reductionist, ay Trajectory frinking massive, cart playing chess on a sinking asterisk Suppose, the opponent’s only self Ronin boasts well on a half-shell, and pray they never have to prove it Neo hoodooist, this rhythm be nature’s cure-all Neo hoodooist