lirik lagu beans – lyedecker
yo, i had a dream i was ballbeam ~
a rather blunt, less tactful ~
scare~o~dactyl
back when black babies was gator bait and
what hogs ate ~
chronic flatulence explained the stench
of my fake funeral home burying corpses
in my backyard and a jar filled w/ hundreds
of t~~th w/ gold fillings of these
max schreck ~ biting no clue tracksuit
nosferatu who ~
sold tickets to stimulate their taste receptors
on my t~st~cl~s ~ as a prize offered in raffle ~
a word weaver wizard w/ vitiligo ~
a man w/a lion’s face
w/ ears and head of a watеr buffalo ~
then i woke up but it wasn’t
a dream ~
evеrything was as it seems ~
i’m from that luke and laura era ~
angie and jessie era ~
ted and dixie ~
erica and dimitri ~
when love in the afternoon ~
becomes intolerable again by 6am ~
fried like the wrong end of a crack stem ~
the thing i hated about taking the 1st early
morning train to poughkeepsie from grand central
is sharing the public bathroom w/ the dead living ~
the sight of watching the dead living ~
specters~ w/ their tissues almost liquefied
and mummified skin and tendons
making their way towards disintegrate ~
bones that will soon break ~
as their soft collagen inside them
begins to deteriorate ~
leaving nothing but the brittle mineral frame
the personification of the blight of man
and we’re comfortably callous to the
casual indifference ~ we’ve
developed a tolerance
the dead living ~
bathing themselves in the sink
nauseating the scent of the
unbathed ungodly becomes visceral ~
as if the stench was an extended limb
tapping you on the shoulder ~
demanding your undivided attention ~
none left unscathed ~
the fumes which emit from these
ass wretches of h~ll demand that
you finish your business as hurriedly as humanly possible ~
just to evade contamination of their filth through proxy ~
a stigma of illness ~
beans is just that crazy uncle of hip hop ~
kept in the attic n0body talks about ~
outside ~
it’s humid but his t~~th are chattering ~
he’s sitting in a chair t~~tering
and we were told not to tell ~
putting god on mute ~
the uninitiated grew weary as he
murmurs quietly in a corner
a mantra over and over to
himself ~
skull sizzle ~
it’s skull sizzle ~
that skull sizzle ~
so skull sizzle ~
beans is a spider w/a scorpion’s tail previously
encased in amber ~
assigned gender and race to god
so do you ~
see the deity in you?
roast an ox drink rum
administered oath w/ drawn blood ~
mixed w/ gunpowder and grave dirt
distribute the mixture to drink
w/ the promise of protection ~
and capture a bullet w/ bare hands ~
a venomous ulcer that threatens to disperse
malignancy ~
that’s what it means to me to mc ~
infectious and crafty insurgencies ~
share words in a collective dream like film ~
fluently musically a nightmare no leash
agonizer insurrector no gas mask
you ain’t garett morgan you gassed ~
never ask permission to make change ~
ask for permission it won’t change ~
balance disrupt orator special overtone
to the ordinary through auditory ~
fertile territories vast to cultivate images
to connect one piece @ a time creating
a storyline ~
through a journey writing my way out ~
write ~ to shed light start a fire w/a lemon ~
took a nap in a morgue got cremated ~
molecules ripped apart at the subatomic level ~
air arranged in rotation ~
like a babysitter tying a toddler
suspended to a ceiling fan centrifugal ~
a fan enthusiastically devoted to
persona ~
oh, ye of big dreams and low result ~
what a vast vault of insufficient funds
you are ~
b~tch macho y’all be rhyming like y’all gender swapped skin suits ~
beam voices in your skull w/a telepathic ray gun ~
the voice tells you ~
weep now ~
your lord hates you ~
relax, and worship me ~
this is disinformation ~
invisible radiation ~
malignant ~
how you claim you rhyme you benign
you fake news tsunami ~
i aspire ~ to be a bonfire ~
a halo of barbed wire ~
to fold you like clean clothes you ~
you past due took aim but misfired
ate mc’s like toenails ~
made enchiladas out they entrails ~
mr. host a bake sale to build a bomb ~
pyramid scrawl
flame out a scroll ~
impact of stepping on a lego ~
the point of contact painful ~
no unicorns to jizz rainbows ~
frigid as if the ~n~l probe was an icicle ~
no wonder your attitudes be so off tempo ~
so angelic ~
even my p~~p has halos ~
a decorative garnish ~
this is pink himalayan salt
on fried fruit ~
wuhan bat soup ~
y’all st~rdy like trump’s border wall ~
i’ll huff and i’ll puff then a gust
of high winds blows down all a y’all ~
forward momentum of your trajectory in
deficiency ~ lyrically estranged ~
but my black mamba astra ~
is a non~conventional propulsion mass reduction device w/ vertical
electrostatic lines charges in each corner to generate a force
per volume combining lift and propulsion ~
comprised of an inner resonant cavity wall
an outer resonant cavity and microwave emitters
electrically charged outer resonant cavity wall ~
microwave emitters create high frequency
electromagnetic waves through the resonant cavity to vibrate in an
accelerated mode repulsive gravity ~
my black mamba astra ~
flown through a void
air resistance reduced generating a vacuum ~
sails smoothly the void within vacuum ~
in a triangular hull ~
i traverse ~
flying around ~ making friends w/a cloud
in a wonderful view ~
hovering over you ~
for simplicity ~
my black mamba astra ~
is a black dorito shaped flying saucer
w/a hole in the middle ~
i’m james banning moving @ speeds that exceed exceptional ~
with all the excitement of blank paper
i’m lyedecker ~ jim brown’s obsidian cowboy
in 100 rifles
f~cking raquel welch ~
f~cking raquel welch ~
in a frenzy, ecstatically, enthusiastically ~
w/ all the savagery that he can muster ~
a plague of locusts ~
my pen no pleasantries ~
the bulb @ the end of the tunnel extinguished
this is coronavirus w/a splash of lime and cauterize rappers rapping ~
in a premenstrual fashion
running your mouth ain’t an exercise
another fill in the blank f~ck rapper who never fails to fail
all blunder and all breadcrumbs to h~ll
infertile w/ word sp~wn and the beats you on is stillborn ~ they don’t move me ~
unrealized ~ i am sars west nile
e. coli bird fly swine flu ebola
zika ~ through your speakers ~
pandemic ~ i am fear ~
that periodic epidemic that happens ~
during an election year ~
wash my hands of your fate ~
i’m pontus pilate ~
my aura is violence ~
the 2 plus 2 is 4 undisputed
brute audio abnormality cool decimator
rappers bought toilet paper in bulk
and got sh~tted on ~
i’m a 365 days of the year bad mood ~
to your parade of ineptitude ~
choked and manhandled ~
playing small is cancelled ~
social distancing myself from mc’s hurt by their own expectations ~
rappers grew arthritic ~
trying to hold onto hope ~
bleak ~ a hopeful idea that died in its sleep ~
your pain is my wine ~
let’s feast on your grief ~
a worldwide recession ~
a poor lack of immediate response of the imminent spread of a virus ~
brought on by a worldwide display of idiots ~
reinforced by the lack of visibly adequate leadership ~
a global disaster voltron ~
i write this ~
quarantined in my house slippers
when holed up failed to hold up ~
but this ain’t a party and if so ~
blow out the candles, where’s the cake? ~
unemployment
no income
out of prayer is enough of a reason to celebrate ~
up the stairs ~
on the door to the right ~
in the bedroom ~
his body hung by a noose made of his out of office neckties ~
looped over a crossbeam ~
no broken fingernails ~
no wavered decision ~
no lacerations ~
no hesitation ~
on the floor ~
in front of the bed was a kicked over chair ~
urine on the rug underneath the body ~
as the smell of excrement wafted
in the air
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