Stream Rap 3

listen to them sounds
vibrateing blood hounds
don’t go sniffin
cause you might just go to prison
witness the unrisen
sickening hands in mittens
situated missions
the hot molasses thickens
much like the plot
but I forgot the start
watch your heart
the beat will pick you apart
block rockin art
folk rock in cars
boat rocks on the sea
whispers on the breeze
I hear the fiends scream religiously
pretend to be human beings in the cemetery
but its not necessary
better ace like your names jim cerry
fairly stream of conscious
monumentous rhyming science
coupled with applying
high flying ethereal experiences to the lines
my minds a minefield don’t go boom
too soon for the room to hear my tunes
hurtle down the flume of certain doom
return my tapes
return to escape
late fees apply
but they can kiss my eyes
right your lefts
I got def couplets
stop function
rumbling G gumption
P funk and
G funk and
we funk and
you funk and
without funk we’ll
all be fucked and
without soul we’ll all be holes in
the void can’t you tell
to become a black hole is hell
fellows work the bellows
and whip saturday night chellos
WHAKA
snap crackle and popularity
not popular with my family
perpendicular to your fanny
my human sides uncanny
but the thing is that I’m not like you
please heed me now I am The Womb
too soon for this room to hear my tunes
I resume my presumption of unruly fools
the wounds still deep
my children keep
on attacking me
in my sleep
even my day dreams aren’t safe
I lie awake for eternity’s sake
make way for heavens rays
I hope they take my soul away
what happened to the boom baps and the soul claps?
the jazz hi hats and rnb snaps?
the 808 bass and that party rockin place
did it die with the outragous hair of kid and play?
If I’d of known I’d of visited its grave
but I can’t say I knew it well
the closest I got, was owning some shell tops
rocking the bells and creating my Womb Hop
flute loops drop
and i just can’t stop
pop lockin and tuttin
crumpin crip walkin and hittin
gliding and sliding, moonwalking and street talking
its that funk man
that fucking funk man, it got me
it gets me a a lot g and It won’t ever stop g
I just want to live properly
but the beat wants to sock me
straight in the mouth, every time I leave my house
lord save me from the beat
save me from the rhyme
I’ve done my time now lord
I need to get on with my life