This Night Amok

Lyrics

God, I'm not sure of you existence - But won't call you out your name as insurance But in case you are there and I'm not aware - I won't blaspheme - I'm Ballbeam, the Big Sauce Handsome hand grenade Rob The Ishmael Reed of MC's - so far out - that my writings Enticing to June Tyson - My real is surreal when I cobra cuddle No recoil clutch a microphone - meet the new Ted Joans Been that - Will be that - Stay that - Abstract - use my head for more than a hat rack Tryin to reach my cloud - Taking the stairs I'm above it - Lord of everything my light touches - Mr. NightFall Mr. Wack never that always forever extratalest - W/ that drop dead fresh It's when I close my eyes 'til I rise - no 9 to 5 - My burdens I'm too fly - I belong in the sky - My drip add water you DROWN you flood w/ the ferocity of a Leaky faucet Savagely speaking - if I'm wrong, then who's right? Creatively lawless - the God you can touch w/ text Slay then raise from the grave in 3 days I'm Jesus - my hot rod is a T-Rex Preying on minds fatalistic artillery articulate Words vivid - like staring out a windowsill To these flavorless - bland as water Room temperature tepids - Y'all got yellow teeth and rock waves Cause you spent more time brushing the wrong shit - I can't ride that wave - so much for priorities A crowbar dislodged your soul from your body - Each tic of the clock has become your foe - I'll admit, though - that you've got gusto in your pursuit Of failed ambition - y'all fell off like Tumblr - After the porn restrictions - I'M FROM NEW YORK WHERE THEY SPREAD LOVE LIKE BEDBUGS To a mind swaddled in squalor - Tryin to explain the concept of time to a toddler - Time, a measure of duration linear - This is the termination of your linear duration - Laid in waste your dreams in debris - Vivid in 3D - when I'm feeling indecisive - I tie a chain around a rapper's neck - Tie the other end around a pole - Then drive as fast as I can go - Throw the decapitated head into the air - Yell heads or tails - Somehow, it always lands on heads, I suppose - You a whimper trying to whisper futile in the ear Of a brazen blaze - don't burn Sweeter than plum wine you bitch macho benign Washed up - you a wash cloth The passenger pigeon who flew into a fan - He's duck sauce I'M FROM NEW YORK WHERE THEY SPREAD LOVE LIKE BED BUGS Santa going out of business because of abortion - That type of bullshit - Santa doesn't exist You twit - Roses are red - Smurfs are blue - They ran out of glitter glue and can't shine like you Failed miracle - Trust exercise distressed trauma In a Costco Soggy urine stained thong - A dead shark for a bong - A tea kettle makes better songs - Gloatingly as that Shitbag Zimmerman signing autographs on a pack Of Skittles despicable - Mike Vick as Dr. Doolittle - Happy Negro - Shackled by zeros - To do the bidding of status quo Even if I play quiet on tippy toes Everywhere I go - An apocalypse follows - Slipped into the beat like a kimono I'M FROM NEW YORK WHERE THEY SPREAD LOVE LIKE BED BUGS Abused crews in a theme park of pain Measured in mass put-weight on the name - I radiate my own sun - Foraging graves to raise a calvary - This Night Amok No clemency - It means nothing to me - To shit on MC's - Over crowds - I'm a circus performer On the trapeze - W/ diarrhea