​deposition regarding the green horse for rap

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Like points on a skill tree I plant my will as a real tree Several times over Bishop Berkeley of the long October tavern boat And ashy ankle patron saint utopians in the house the third piggy built Me and the grizzly guilt for making it out alive Of raking in felt commercializing the battle cry As the days prattle by Truth is, government is hallucination in the mind of the governor What's the oven mitt for Inadequacy at spatial metaphor to discuss politics It's not a policy statement, abominably based in the sub space Every day I watch my neighbor build a gallows Any critique I had seemed shallow, so I wrote this rap song Spit it casual-like or spit it like Casual [Bridge] You're wack and it's all your fault (Your fault) You're wack and it's all your fault (Your fault) You're wack and it's all your fault (It's all your fault) You're wack and it's all your fault (You're wack) You're wack and it's all your fault (You're wack) You're wack and it's all your fault (You're wack) You're wack and it's all your fault (You're wack) [Verse 2] Wood sword Yojimbo Takes heel turn, does heel toe Dipping back and forth with racket like McEnroe Clumsy with ratchets like Macklemore Used to be straight-edge and they don't even ask no more Self-medicated somnambulist ice skating on the stage again Double axle swirl rainbow jimmies It's the stained soul in me Praying for a cleansing rain [Interlude: Sample] Are you familiar with the subject matter of this proceeding? Yes sir Do you have anything to add to this? [Verse 3] Tempting pains, bargain hunter hungers Ardent other brother, I'm the ardent other brother fin de siècle Itching my chin like I'm Wee-Bey in Soulfolks Hit them with the slow flow, Ro with the chokeholds Ro with the sweepstakes, Ken with the beat breaks Ro with the welder's torch, Ro with the smorgasbord Ro with the forceful retort, the green horse for- The green horse for rap [Outro: Milo & Sampled Voices] Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes Don't ever put me in your box if your shit eats tapes Don't ever put me in your box if your shit eats tapes Don't ever put me in your box if your shit eats tapes Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes Don't ever put me in your box if your shit eats tapes Don't ever put me in your box if your shit eats tapes I was in a car with him Who's him? Black Orpheus Okay, what's the name of the club? Ruby Yacht! The motorcycle club? The Ruby Yacht! When we left the motorcycle club, I got in the car with Black Orpheus Alright… I left, we got in the car, we left, I asked him if he could take me home