Hairy Moth Owl

Lyrics

{Verse 1} Say 'ho!' if you're a rasta al fredo And make dreads in your head from eggs, peanut butter, or play dough Holler back if you love the dollar rack Cause the vacuum packed all our wack Break bones, take a breath and cope Press flesh like a stethoscope At wake thrown for the death of hope You asked fr'it Spit a classic in the casket The flask hit the myelin sheath Hope woke, NOTE the smilin' teeth I cured the born But mourners preferred to mourn Twisted by murder porn -- a word to warn Your fears are destined to manifest Whether you coast or plan the best Amethyst amulets, I am obsessed Let your camera rest And have an unmediated experience for once {Verse 2} You search for your voice cause you don't hear what you say If you gotta do something then do it today Jewels spray out my eyes and my hands The front row faints, they're surprised in the stands Gems fly out of the sand And the Rainboa Constrictor can spy where they land Achievement depends on the size of the plan Mines is limited to the frogs that ribbitted. Timid as the guys in the band I'm too original to be pigeon-holed, a wisened old man Put one fist in the air like you're punching a mobile No ceiling to your feeling, can't see it's so real The pedals are mental, envision the bike path My psyche is Nike, you likey my mic math My passion is action, can't latch on silicone Kill a clone, imagine If cut, spill a poem There's hope for the future, suture cauterize Bought lie and eyes water as the daughter dies But I came to resurrect Not like she never left But with newfound respect For the presence of her essence I choose to reflect Circumspect people tread lightly When they travel they just sightsee Make yourself known No one was exempt when I said what I meant Only copy the spirit in which to invent Give up giving up for lent Just cause you fear a jewel Don't make you unspiritual Here at school we know that denial Though a viral spiral, is a part of survival I will write the nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-new bible Eyeball measurement, guestimate destined fate What you'd expect? Me not to expectorate? My soul's all of space, each rhyme is a cloudburst Move crowds first physically, those who disagree wowed worst Purists say OW The Moth Owl bowed to the earths