ฟังเพลงLatyrx

Cheyenne look at what the liquor brings about

Throw out the magic basket full of wires

And let them flail all on the ground

Why do they love it so

Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes

And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts

Absorbs sweet lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into

Deep dark space around taurus

And the mormons can't explain the stars reflectin' in her corneas

It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets which

Bops they lockets up against they foreheads and

Who was it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit

She had to forfeit little dolly while in space

So that she could touch the stars like torches

Privately we recorded her

Intimately yes we courted her with

Miss cinnamon tea please rest your itty bitty palms in my

Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely

We will explore your inquisitive tendencies

The intrinsic and the explicit

We won't inhibit any of your inquiry

But first the fire must be met

Then quenched by you candidly and randomly venting any

Thoughts memories anything

It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering

So we left gravity

Instantly engulfing lorraine in a shimmering cavity then

Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts

And then I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways contract and dilate

Then straighten up at 100 mph

Then fall on myself in layers like a thickened band of taffy

Assuming every length and shape imaginable

Then I catapulted lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space

But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly

I shot out like a javelin after her screams

First matching her speed then surpassing her hearing her laughter as I passed her

But the web I spun had not strengthened yet

And the momentum sent them stretching through my intentions and I popped

Dolly lost

And lorraine

Plopped back down into her bedroom

And coughed

Born

The correlation

Relation shapin'

The forms

Are takin' their stations warned

We're warmed

The verbal intercourse and mind fornication

Is on whine design is tight

Corn burn more than blunts

Or oil at midnight

The clock turns as it often does

Fight it with all ya might scrub

Ya learn more if ya listen

Timing is more than tic-toc-tickin'

Rippin's a mission so come equipped

But not with remote clickin's or clips

In the nine

Ya mind

Is fine

With me

Brother

Ya chickens you caint rhyme

And punks react violently

But bad men respond silently

Later hearing your gone and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely

Privately

Commenting on society

Modestly

Honestly

Asking why fools even try it

When they're undeniably

And obviously

Undoubtedly

Decidedly

Wack

I strech out and expand

In 3-d like

Galaxies establishing terrestrial contact like

Roll up the windows crank the heat relax recline the seat

And thank lateef

Take two and pass

Give it a little gas and ask

What's the riddle mean

Fantastic

G emc2 don't be sarcastic my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted

Synchopated audiosyncratic madness

Concentrated

Focused

On the rabbit

Like I'm rabid gigantic teething wolverine

Armed with claws that bring murderous tragedies

To even human beings burdened with feelings of sadness

Ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest

Sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin' munchin' em

Before that

I'm slashin' attackin with rippin' action

In sound clashes

Bastard I'm the fastest

Quick draw

Like：western classics

Big jaw voice cuts like a saw

Sprinkling you like magic

As the cataclysm hits

Like smack

Vocabic havoc cracks

Your sternum spine and scapula

Spectacularly

Propelling you backwards over the edge

Of the track

Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple

You will notice from your new knowledge experience

That the distance from the crust to the mantle to the core

Is much greater than previous measurements

And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a myriad of new findings

Different from the supposed truths

The ample evidence we presented

It complemented our argument that everything is impermanent

Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element has suggested is legitimate

And finally as a reminder

The precious metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment

Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor

Represented by the treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center

Incentive isn't it

Yes yes yes yes well yes yes yes

You're dealing with lyricists that's fresh fresh fresh

You wan test surely ya jest look lets just get

One thing correct before ya step focus on breath breath breath

One rep

Breath breath breath

Select yet another set of styles

Yup yup yep

Each one as hard as erections I got to flex flex flex

For project protection I'm collecting text techs tex

While you're caught up

Thinking rap is just sex sex sex

And more flesh flesh flesh

Robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness

Most of these rappers are talking s**t out of the side of they neck

What the heck

It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less less less and less

You gotta do it yourself

Quiet as kept kept kept

If my work is respected I collect checks checks checks

They cain't all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest

So I ain't stressin' off that bulls**t

'Cause I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard

I've authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred

And I taught neanderthal to use the rotary phone

I kicked the devil in his neck without my rosary on

And I checked out the vampire's nest

Sans garlic dissed his harlots then without the crucifix

Plunged the wooden stake deep inside his chest

Pinned him

Thrashing around in the bottom of his sarcophagus

Writhing around

Till the only thing left

Were little scraps of nothingness

Those scattered all about infinity

All different shapes and sizes going wherever

But all of one entity

That I had brought together for my pleasure

Watch this now

Your last dinner in my chamber

Where I tempered weapons rendered from a rusty ford fender

You get your steak and eggs

Your caesar vinaigrette

Savor your cigarette

'Cause I'ma tape your lips

Become my marionette

You curtsy pirouette

And when my blade caresses

I scrape my bayonet

You lose your favorite legs

I love that fragrance

Playful pet yes I'm the patron saint of dangerous

You slaying la-tyrx

You're driving majorettes

Over some acreage

As you sit there pensively tentatively fidgeting with creation

But you f**k 'round with this and you'll get aten

You gettin laid to rest

Ain't slayin' latyrx

You gettin laid to rest

Over the sunset's edge