"the artist is older than the fish" --Wyndham Lewis


<jungle sample>
Cook Cook Cook
Mr. Soundboy pop up
We gothe
dope and you a player
we throw'n watts tp tp tp
keep up the task but wit' physicality (but wit DJ politic?_)
And the mix when you will listen (and we mixin you elixir?_)
We One Wit' It (We Born Wit'It?_) (We Corn Liquid?_)
tp tp tp
</jungle sample>

written to a higher count than your sign language
my phrases split ages experiment cages
lazy rhythm stole passages, rhythms from sages
to sell fake pages rhyme stooges serve maze stages gainst gifted mages
sell impotent spooges to lesbians and men crusin
confusin the youth and I try spit the truth and
phone booth changes faces oo la la see ya at the races
grill braces from heritage mouth got the aces
teen wolf laced up leavin obvious traces
gunny sack the gun is back breaka mental stack cause heart attack
ya strokin down the river paralyzed by the word sack
Thunda crack the new jacks,
wack rhymes like byte crimes in my quantum mind
to you it's undefined, under the line zero is what you find
design my flow go rhyme on some level 7 matrix time

yo this ADD is a gift to me
put as many mental chords
in a breath
as you can, C

I've forgotten better rhymes than you've ever written
You ain't list'nen, Chistian Mission: keep spit glist'n
rhyme game/coke game we opposed Fusion/Fission
true son fert Liz'n and Onan pseudo-art jizz'n
isn't the prism riddem harder rhythm than your prison?
claptrap rhymers old timers herd&spit izm quizzin
decisions and schisms and rhythm visions, cards played
made you men like when you learned your fathers got laid
When you saw the stars fall God call free fall mask'raid
light/shade they fraida cum stains, 'tween left/right brain
insane refrain rawer than the shady lane a' cocaine
CIA but you bust to Biggie's refrains
you must work for the government
I'm on the side of those rhymes that don't try to fool men
spoken in the juror's ken lens glare from hardware keep you blind then
the times then call rhymes then that are constructive
dishonest reductive sloganeering is counter productive
coincidence and luck kid, that's what buk is
too fat for seives, with bliss and ruckus
tuck us under when we sleep may we always get deep, us