From the recording College Radio: Alumni Edition
Lyrics
Uttering the jungle of the jumble that has take-
N residence in depths of what we know to be
Unexplored and unreported, similar to sea,
Space and time; the human mind is my trajectory
So soliloquy-fatigued is free speak? I.e. my talk's cheap
To proceed is to precede the proceeds, but I don't wanna
They say to the time-committee-wine-taste so I throw it in their face
Fasting on a diet of more than planar, jaded, verbal violence
Is my method- more than beat that's bridal guided by the clever
I'm on prided vitals dialed to the bested ego of myself
So separate the current if my state of being improves
Glue the pieces; the vase had needed some
Putting back together since the ball that Atlas threw
Had made my world dilapidated; menstruated rhyme flow
On the regular, whether you can find a mantle for my cross
Is irrelevant, a ruminant endeavor; sever bored expressions
This is breath control? No, this is a vestibular endorsement
Of anti-just-what-this-is
For people thinking that their art needs justification
Am I a rapper or a speaker on a soapbox when the ceremony that I master has a VIP list
Am I a rapper or a speaker on a soapbox when I tend to digress from my topics and I don't rhyme
Vagrancy, marked by my
Codependency, some say I am a
Reverie, smart and shamed by my
Memory...codec useless
Emery, not for shine on my
Effigy, some say I am a
Refugee, running from time
Is all but commonplace we all face
I can say your matriarchal unit likes my phallus
Fifty different ways, but what the fuck do I accomplish?
A million other rappers do the same
So rather than me waste my time with that, I'll just go get some brain
Excavate cerebral cortices, predilect to more than meets the ear
Pose synapse, I bridge gaps with clear intent to clear
Ostensible bedrock; I want my bedrock, please!
On the stairway to success, death is the first step to sleep
So I stay patient- almost?! I'm saving up my two cents
Living off provisions of my compost; faux
Idealistic cystic standards, candid- I make more demands then
With criteria that separate undying from the fashions
Pardon my elevated brow, nose up-turnage: verbal scaffolding,
And definite it works to my advantage standing at the stilted heightened sense of my olfactory mastery
Vogue? No, my attire's worn out like sanity and graduation speeches...
Seriously, I don't give a fuck, man