Aloha Kakahiaka

2004-10-11 | SONG

Mr. Complex has also contributed to my book. Mahalo to Senor Complex.

I received some spammage in my e-mail box yesterday and the subject read:
"JESUS LOVES YOU. REFINANCE NOW"
Now it's time for some improvisational writing.
The t.v. says it's time to sign-off, but I gotta get my rhyme off
primer impacto, defacto, I got lost on my way to wise off
meet the precedents that set you on your jolly way
pressure is an element that ruins every single day
coining a phrase from the lost tomb of verbal arts
the vault has rusted shut, so now we're firing explosive darts
the program is paid for in advance, so you can dance
don't forget your pants, and no matter what don't ever switch your stance
we're even stevens with the justice league and the aqua team seamen
down in the lab with brak, trying to recapture that magic weekend
I'm sleepin', so maybe I'm dreamin', if I'm picturing all this nonsense
When I wake up I'll still be as slept on as a mattress made for Bronson
You got cocaine on your nose, so you had to turn in your bro's
Your cousin is too busy with the ladies, to read your poetry and prose
perfect strangers in the night, sharing the pleasure and the plight
for you we'll leave on the light, and make sure it's not in spite
at the post game show we'll have a press conference for the incidental contestants
no interviews unless we're discussing the wonder love drug with experimental decongestants
to clear the air down there and avoid the unwanted despair
just try to blow it away with care, and the enemies will get out of your hair

- premature ejaculation | tantra +