Barely Music

Barely Music

Awol One:

Because the meaningless jargon jigsaw word phrase thesaurus battle raps chatter voice-box detox

I’m a microphone vet

Awol is a creature of God

Forever in a day

I throw up on my stupid rhyme book sketches

Because all those words that they spit

Silly immortal

Hip-hop is universal

If you’re poetic

It’s nothingness

Maybe me

It’s me with a lightening scar on my fucking forehead because there’s no music that wouldn’t have a voice

If there was no hip-hop then we wouldn’t have a choice

I believe it like it’s paranormal

It’s barely music

It’s like the ttttaaaa..!!!!!!! gets locked in the domains insane

I'm a positive against negative

My infrared robotic eye can hear from the acne meat factory all the faces of death

Come and see us and see what’s left

(Busdriver)

What is this music called? Technological animal chew-toy

It’ll send a rude boy to etiquette class

It’ll give a flu-shot to a 2Pac impersonator

Even a first grader can see I had a probable cause to shoot everyone at the inaugural ball

And squabble with dogs until they had to hobble on their paws for saying this is barely music

I’m an informative pez dispenser knocking the fez off the senator

So get off my hairy pool stick or get a mule kick in the dead center of your Jerry Lewis smile grin

They fed The Weather clip-out coupons for discounts on the crew song

But I dismount your nude mom

And I made you with various birth defects

You don’t disserve respect

When I bleed blood and write my rhymes on a Chinese rug

And you take the tape

And you put it on high-speed dub

And you share it with your friends

Talking about

“this is what my daddy does

He’s a LA underground G

And like him I want to be an MC." When around me you form elliptical orbits

Your umbilical chord gets clipped and your navel stitched

And I realign your satellite cable dish

And no you can’t record with Daedelus

Get away you wailing bitch

You’ve been taken off the mailing list and given a bag of bagel chips for workers comp

I’m a Leimert (Park) cop and you’re a tiny rapper under protective custody of The Weather

(Radioinactive)

I know that this could be disturbing to some people

Throwing wooden Frisbees across this suburban easel

Louise and Ernesto will wait for escrow

And make some pesto

And hand painted t-shirts

Eat deviled eggs for several days and finish with Danish desserts

You're the famous Eater Bunny

I heard you owe Jesus money

Is it dangerous to bleach your teeth? I’ve paid much more for cheaper seats

When she plays ping pong

She plays for keeps

(2Mex)

Dr. Octopus

Detroit

Demento

Octave all of us deployed essential

Sequence

She can wince

Be convinced

Be pollen

But believe all

And forget outer

It gets louder

Orchids

Flowers

Time-lapse photography

Lying maps on all of me

Co-ordinance

Board immense

Afford the fence

Master lock

Castle rock entertainment

Massive jocks under a payment

Wonder where the winter of days went

Night-school stalker

Fight through the talker

Chameleon

Calm alien bomb through the dawn

Snow flake

Know the date

Not home to take

Survey surveillance

Were they in cadence

We stay cognate

They spray inhalants into the audience

Listening all against God glistening

Mom missing me

I’m missing her

(Circus)

A few years ago

A friend of mine

Asked me to say some MC rhymes

Well

Imma say the rhyme I’m about to say

The rhyme was the bomb and it went this way

And so the next day came and I heard that someone said that hip-hop was dead

Hmm

Is that the case?

Is hip-hop dead?

Like

No way dude

I can already read your mind

So I know what your thinking

Dog

By the way I got your girl’s head nodding

We keep the party crunkulating with this funky type of abstract rhythms

Hmm

What’s this monster that you’ve created

Hmm

It seems I made a new type of undestructible wack MC creature in my funky-ass laboratory

It was designed to scream and moan just like a torture bitch on the M-I-C

Over a beat that sounds just like a clone off this one

Check it out

I push record and then you extend your arms and you begin to walk just like a zombie in the direction of the mall

And then you pick it up

And then you buy it up

And then you stuff it in to your mouth and then you eat it up

And it tastes good

And then this creepy sound comes seeping out between the cracks of your teeth

Boom-box

Yeah

That too

It spits a dog-eared pitch that emits a strange and bizarre frequency that can hypnotize and convince a barely legal coke whore to get in the trance

And do the forbidden dance

And that’s why you like it so much

Yeah

The jokes on you

The yolks on your face

Cause I tricked you into thinking that this was actually dope

Cool

Stuff

When all along it really wasn't

Ha

Ha

Ha

He

He

He

Y'all are some whomptee

Me so horny

Y'all so crazy

You're stupid for believing that this was really music

Except it really isn't

It's just glopety gloop

It's gloopety goo

It's glopety gunk

Or however you spell that shit