[Rhys Langston]
Bare plain’s mid-drift, the wind’s drifting through rift
All nature’s creatures graze, some of the many godly gifts
Prodigious sifting hand
It surveying golden land
“New developments,” they say
Relocate it, take no stand
A mandate of silence
Hamlet and Rosencrantz
The native form is just that, can take no stance
But, just beheaded and dreaded, no plow tool, just synthetic
Fake emotions pathetic
That old directive, they said it
Mayans hunted, death squad puppets
Guatemalan head cheese buckets
Commanders in Nantucket
But in Thailand poor say, “Phuket.” (shit)
The hills are disappearing, those on which the masters crafted
Their paintings, their musings, replaced by strip mall cancer
Scott Walker’s a pole dancer, rides a long chain of command
Contrived before the tale of the trance on Congo sand
Gigahertz and Mista Kurtz
Apple TV, orange irks
Washing away the Jersey Shore
No work for more net worth
I was birthed by the hearth
In the earth, moms had mirth
Just a one-year-old, chattering, flattering, splattering, staggering
Childhood sing, my innocence would ring
Until the whole world became a Carpenter’s Thing
Education whiplash, wrath of the math
Manipulating numbers leads to a gold bath
Air conditioning suit, collar tighter than zoot
No Tibetan prayer flags, no spiritual root
Right click of the rodent
Change a family’s future (the mouse)
Moocher to the suture, an Orwelian shooter
Lens cap fish-eyed hooter, population Roto-rooter;
Drain the outspoken comments
Make another Freddy Kruger
A tax on passing on gas
Clean energy from your ass
Stripped all the solar panels
Sun’s equality has passed
Drifting clouds uncover
Corporations, no rubber
Let the smoke stacks just blow
With no protections, asunder
Puzzled and he’s muzzled
Silenced, he feels the bubbles
He’s sinking in the ocean, cement feet
But no rubble
Expendability, no responsibility
Citizens aren’t United
Segregated Cities
*Record rip*
(woah, what the fuck?)
[Spokesman]
We are experiencing technical difficulties, please stay tuned
For the “your tribe dies”
Diatribe
Dyed [eyes] eggs free of saturated
Retinas displaying candle, mantle
Man tells felled bell, hell rings
A gold chain
Which is still a chain
10 Karat
Slavery
The pulled pork stork
Of those born to manifest destiny’s
Child, wild and riled
Deep-fried inside wide halls
Nero’s song
Nero fear the beard
Stagecoach carpetbagger:
500 years of cotton
Mouth
South of mason
Lodges
Dixie cups [Koolaid cups]
But what whips welfare with white welts?
White wealth?
Black Entertainment tele-
Communications, the massa-
Mind contrives four, five four-fives
Meet the brown’s
Black color wheel, one dimensioned
By its very existence
Insecurity, double hyphen
Hung jury, scottsboro
BOYS
Klans-
MEN
Defending subjective objective reflective minstrel makeup
Sex, text while driving
Cotton
Gin on the rocks
Intoxicated one drop; DWPB— driving while possibly
Just possibly
Black
But he came out of the closet didn’t you hear?
Strapped to the ground
It shook before approval and removal opened
The doors
His skin being the lightest where the chains had formed
Unborn future free
And you know what said he?
“THREE FUCKS ABOUT A CATEGORY
THREE FUCKS ABOUT ITS CREATOR
NOT GIVEN
WILL BE."
...And now on with the show
*Record Rip*
[Rhys Langston]
Invocations to the nations of net worth, times two, can’t say shit
PH acidity, deranged
Orange is juice castration
Sunburst anemone in profound water placement
But tide pools and evergreens overtaken by pavement
Still, no lights dare shine them fallopian basements
Disconnected interjections, but mere truths, schools in session
New procession and direction, an erection of protection
Lightbulb flexing for the best
And matter grey shows no protesting
What’s new to Dalai Lama?
Edit memo, primo, test it
Lepers cook linguini in the kitchen, simultaneously
The waiters battle freestyle, vocal mittens, so heinously
Seven fifty dollar shoes and Anti-Semitic Jews
Nuke weapons, dick-slinging
Old Middle East news
Lyrical suicide bomb, no giving of alms
Aggrandizement
And Black youth they feel that charm
Mimicking examples, yes
The samples have been ample (television)
And over Indian lines America has trampled
Red faction of the country is so white it’s turning blue
Satisfaction adhered and it changed color too
No first person theatrics until the old returns
Words brand into the mind
Hot ice of knowledge burns
Gentrification met Shakespeare and they talked in the park
I was homeless on a bench, but my brain got a spark
Mental to physical, ink travel residual
Deposits from the pen to the paper
Incredible
I’ve got more kicks that those to the head of Honduran Nike slave workers
Cash flow like U.S. deficits
More haters than right-wing churches
My words come out smooth like them truth-hiding politicians
See I can rhyme quite orthodox, but hell no
That is not my mission
Still, my flow’s smooth like butter, molasses
You know
Because it forms your mind like clay earth, but not Cassius (Cassius, Cassius)
I sometimes half-step (Cassius)
Maybe I'm a half stepper
But never sold no Salt
So they call me Sergeant Pepper
