Out of Her Sleep
I’m the biggest thing in the room that no one wants to speak to…
Well F em then.
The invisible eloquent elephant came here to spit for you
every miserable syllable.
I think I need a steal enclosed case for my overactive heart,
A lead enclosed case for my radioactive art.
My body is the temple edifice
created by the Benevolent’s intelligent architectural excellence.
Riding the ocean wave crests, looking at the crescent moon, trying to detect the patterns in the crevices.
For mystical mic cleverness
I use to dead your men
Saying the Incan Human Sacrifice Rites to use the right knife etiquette
when I stick it in their mind effortless and pray to lift their souls where the heavens is.
Executioner, elocutionist
shocking the whole world like I’m electrocuting it…
But Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR’d her out of her sleep.
You got her now, but she thinking about me.
She thinking bout me…
She thinking bout what I’m thinking bout…
Yeah, Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR’d her out of her sleep.
You got her now, but she thinking bout me
She thinking bout what I’m thinking bout…
So let me tell you what I’m thinking about…
Where the good times at?
Once you’re jaded, you can’t rewind that.
I wish I could ride the back of a giant flying bat
to the where evil reside at
and run it over in no time flat.
This rhyme is instrumental to our mind set.
It raised us…
If we dreamers could just wake up
and create a reason to take us
way up where the sky at
then I could say hi to the high hat….
Tip the hat, like how do you do?
I serve dudes on the beat, party of two.
I slip the fly up in they food for thought
just like it’s part of their soup.
I pleasure me
who care if yall in the mood.
It don’t even matter.
They been throwing stones at my glass house
imagine my surprise when I found out,
it don’t even shatter.
So forget a rapper
All they wanna do is have your head on a platter.
If I need someone on deck to collab with
I’m a probly call Will I am – Shatner…
I’m right here on your internet, beam me up
Your Microsoft windows’ll get squeegeed up…
Keep it clean…
A slacker, I could never be. Bet,
I don’t even let me get ahead of me.
Married myself – even filled out a registry.
Then I met this art form born in the 70’s.
She spoke to me and it sounded so heavenly.
She told me, she here now she won’t never leave.
I turned my back then before I turned back around
They say she dying, don’t let her bleed…
But Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR’d her out of her sleep, You got her now, but she thinking about me.
She thinking bout what I’m thinking bout…
So let me tell you what I’m thinking about…
Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR’d her out of her sleep.
so when she with you, she thinking about me.
She thinking bout me…
She thinking bout what I’m thinking bout…
Hip Hop aint dead, cause I CPR’d her out of her sleep. You got her now, but she thinking about me.
She thinking bout what I’m thinking bout…
So let me tell you what I’m thinking about…
We just tryn to get the most out of life.
Before the Lord chokes out our life. So
we don’t fear much…
This Thug bumped us mean mugging in the club,
but so what he got coward eyes...
When there’s nothing else left, you dress your wounds up with Thousand Isle.
We walk the edge of death, just to check our balance out.
We up the creek but our paddle’s out.
Win or lose, shoot the worst thing is fouling out.