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