Lalala

Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of shaolin
Before you pluck the strings of my violin
My life is orchestrated
Like London Symphony, concentrated
Niggas waited and waited
I'm birthday wishes belated
Blow out the candles
I wait in the darkness like a vandal
The silloutte of set in this mirror on the mantle
Fire places in the heart
Water places the art
'Round the island of desire
Where most primitives stalk
Sacrificing their daughters
These primordial waters
Carry a feminine agenda that no man ever taught us
True, they captured and caught us
Transported, sold us, and bought us
Constituted and lawed us
Distorted truths that they taught us
We rebelled, then fought us
We conformed, then they formed us
Now y'all niggas rhyming 'bout material possessions
My Adidas are three years old
Like my daughter
Niggas rhyme 'bout Alize and need to rhyme about water
But out of chaos comes order
Out of chaos comes order
Out of chaos comes order
Out of chaos comes order
Out of chaos comes order
Out of chaos comes order
Out of chaos comes order
Fake niggas run for the border

La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la

In a past life I was a woodcarver's knife
The sharpened blade of a woodcutter
The eldest son of the chief's brother
A maker of drums
We scraped the inside of goat hides
To seek the hollows where sound resides
Offering the parts we did not use to invoke the muse
Music of the ghettos, the cosmos,
The negroes, the necros
Overcomers of death, disciples of breath
Dissection of drumbeats like Osirus by Seth
Breakbeats into fourteen pieces
Dissembled chaos, organized noise
A patchwork of heartbeats to ressurect
True b-boys
Be men
Let's mend the broken heart of Isis
Age of Aquarius
Mother Nature is furious
While you rhyme about being hardcore
Be heartcore
What is it that we do art for?
Metaphor. Metasin.
It's an age of healing
Why not rhyme about what you're feeling?
Or not be felt
Deal with the cards you're dealt
Calling all tarot readers and sparrow feeders
To cancel the apocalypse
Metaphorically speaking
Metaphorically speaking