Текст песни Latyrx - Latyrx
Cheyenne!
Look
at
what
the
liquor
brings
about,
Throw
out
the
magic
basket
full
of
wires
and
let
them
flail
all
on
the
ground.
Why
do
they
love
it
so?
Hatched
seeds
of
light
supported
by
light
seaward
breezes,
And
we
see
these
orbs
in
a
car
chase
of
sorts,
Absorbs
sweet
Lorraine
and
her
dolly
on
the
front
porch
and
it
escorts
them
into
Deep,
dark,
space
around
Taurus,
And
the
Mormons
can't
explain
the
stars
reflectin'
in
her
corneas.
It
makes
they
hearts
beat
hard
against
they
corsets
which
Bops
they
lockets
up
against
they
foreheads,
and-
Who
was
it
that
sent
this
little
girl's
mind
up
into
orbit?
She
had
to
forfeit
little
dolly
while
in
space
so
that
she
could
touch
the
stars
like
torches.
Privately,
we
recorded
her,
Intimately,
yes!
We
courted
her
with-
"Miss
Cinnamon
Tea,
please
rest
your
itty
bitty
palms
in
my-
Incandescently
glowing
hands
and
infinitely,
We
will
explore
your
inquisitive
tendencies;
The
intrinsic
and
the
explicit,
We
won't
inhibit
any
of
your
inquiry,
But
first
the
fire
must
be
met
then
quenched
by
you
candidly
and
randomly
venting
any
Thoughts,
memories,
anything!
It's
time
for
you
to
start
channeling
what
you've
been
gathering!"
So
we
left
gravity,
Instantly
engulfing
Lorraine
in
a
shimmering
cavity
then,
Flattening
like
an
elasticine
band
that
stretches
and
contorts,
And
then
I'd
widen
like
the
space
highway
spiraling
sideways,
contract
and
dilate,
Then
straighten
up
at
100
mph
then
fall
on
myself
in
layers
like
a
thickened
band
of
taffy,
Assuming
every
length
and
shape
imaginable,
Then
I
catapulted
Lorraine
and
her
stuffed
animal
into
still
deeper
space,
But
fathoming
what
I
had
actually
done
and
her
pace
increasing
rapidly,
I
shot
out
like
a
javelin
after
her
screams,
First
matching
her
speed,
then
surpassing
her,
hearing
her
laughter
as
I
passed
her,
But
the
web
I
spun
had
not
strengthened
yet,
And
the
momentum
sent
them
stretching
through
my
intentions,
And
I
popped!
Dolly
lost.
..... .
And
Lorraine.
.... .
Plopped
back
down
into
her
bedroom,
And
coughed
Born
The
correlation
Relation
shapin'
The
forms
Are
takin'
their
stations
warned
We're
warmed
The
verbal
intercourse
and
mind
fornication
Is
on,
whine,
design
is
tight,
Corn
burn
more
than
blunts
Or
oil
at
midnight
The
clock
turns,
as
it
often
does
Fight
it
with
all
ya
might
scrub
Ya
learn
more
if
ya
listen
Timing
is
more
than
tic-toc-tickin'
Rippin's
a
mission
so
come
equipped
But
not
with
remote
clickin's
or
clips
In
the
nine
Ya
mind
Is
fine
With
me
Brother
Ya
chickens,
you
caint
rhyme
And
punks
react
violently
But
bad
men
respond
silently
Later
hearing
your
gone,
and
the
facts
while
sipping
on
cognac
quitely
Privately
Commenting
on
society
Modestly,
Honestly,
Asking
why
fools
even
try
it
When
they're
undeniably
And
obviously,
Undoubtedly,
Decidedly,
Wack
I
strech
out
and
expand
In
3-D
like
Galaxies
establishing
terrestrial
contact,
like
Roll
up
the
windows,
crank
the
heat,
relax
recline
the
seat,
And
thank
Lateef,
Take
two
and
pass,
Give
it
a
little
gas
and
ask
"What's
the
riddle
mean?"
Fantastic
Synchopated
audiosyncratic
madness
Concentrated
Focused
On
the
rabbit
Like
I'm
rabid,
gigantic,
teething
wolverine
Armed
with
claws
that
bring
murderous
tragedies
To
even
human
beings
burdened
with
feelings
of
sadness
Ludicrous
thang
is
I'm
glad
to
be
the
baddest
Sittin'
fattest
after
I'm
finished
lunchin',
munchin'
em
Before
that
I'm
slashin',
attackin
with
rippin'
action
In
sound
clashes
Bastard
I'm
the
fastest
Quick
draw
Like:
western
classics
BIG
JAW,
voice
cuts
like
a
saw
Sprinkling
you
like
Magic
As
the
cataclysm
hits
Like
SMACK
Vocabic
havoc
cracks
Your
sternum,
spine,
and
scapula
Spectacularly
Propelling
you
backwards
over
the
edge
Of
the
track
Now
that
we
have
made
our
way
away
from
the
sky
apple,
You
will
notice
from
your
new
knowledge
experience,
That
the
distance
from
the
crust
to
the
mantle
to
the
core,
Is
much
greater
than
previous
measurements,
And
as
lyricists
in
this
time
period
we
experiment
with
a
myriad
of
new
findings,
Different
from
the
supposed
truths,
The
ample
evidence
we
presented,
It
complemented
our
argument
that
"everything
is
impermanent".
Not
static
or
at
settled
standstill
as
the
opposite
element
has
suggested
is
legitimate,
And
finally,
as
a
reminder,
The
precious
metals
and
ores
mined
for
early
in
the
earth's
surface
sediment,
Cannot
compare
to
the
infinitespective
splendor,
Represented
by
the
treasures
indicative
of
our
entrance
into
the
earth's
center,
Incentive
isn't
it?
Yes,
yes,
yes,
YES,
well,
yes,
yes,
yes,
You're
dealing
with
lyricists
that's
fresh,
fresh,
fresh,
You
wan
test
surely
ya
jest,
look,
lets
just
get
One
thing
correct
before
ya
step
focus
on
breath,
breath,
breath,
One
rep,
Breath,
breath,
breath,
Select
yet
another
set
of
styles?
Yup,
yup,
yep,
Each
one
as
hard
as
erections
I
got
to
flex,
flex,
flex,
For
project
protection
I'm
collecting
text,
techs,
tex,
While
you're
caught
up,
Thinking
rap
is
just
sex,
sex,
sex,
And
more
flesh,
flesh,
flesh,
Robbing
your
soul
of
its
precious
sensuousness
Most
of
these
rappers
are
talking
shit
out
of
the
side
of
they
neck
What
the
heck?
It's
more
and
more
suckas
gettin'
signed
for
less,
less,
less,
and
less
And
lesson
1:
if
aiming
to
impress,
press,
press,
You
gotta
do
it
yourself
Quiet
as
kept,
kept,
kept,
If
my
work
is
respected
I
collect
checks,
checks,
checks,
They
cain't
all
bounce
and
if
they
do
I
got
an
ounce
at
the
rest
So
I
aint
stressin'
off
that
bullshit.
'Cuz
I've
walked
on
water
weapons
baby
haven't
you
heard?
I've
authored
songs
on
different
planes
and
left
the
boundaries
blurred,
And
I
taught
Neanderthal
to
use
the
rotary
phone,
I
kicked
the
devil
in
his
neck
without
my
rosary
on.
And
I
checked
out
the
vampire's
nest
Sans
garlic,
dissed
his
harlots,
then
without
the
crucifix
Plunged
the
wooden
stake
deep
inside
his
chest
Pinned
him!
Thrashing
around
in
the
bottom
of
his
sarcophagus
Writhing
around
Till
the
only
thing
left,
Were
little
scraps
of
nothingness
Those
scattered
all
about
infinity
All
different
shapes
and
sizes
going
wherever
But
all
of
one
entity
That
I
had
brought
together
for
my
pleasure
Watch
this
now,
Your
last
dinner
in
my
chamber
where
I
tempered
weapons
rendered
from
a
rusty
Ford
fender,
You
get
your
steak
and
eggs,
Your
Caesar
vinaigrette,
Savor
your
cigarette,
'Cuz
I'ma
tape
your
lips,
Become
my
marionette,
You
curtsy,
pirouette,
And
when
my
blade
caresses,
I
scrape
my
bayonet,
You
lose
your
favorite
legs,
I
love
that
fragrance,
Playful
Pet!
Yes
I'm
the
patron
saint
of
Dangerous,
You
slaying
La-Tyrx?
You're
driving
majorettes,
Over
some
acreage.
As
you
sit
there
pensively,
tentatively
fidgeting
with
creation
But
you
fuck
'round
with
this
and
you'll
get
aten.
You
gettin
laid
to
rest
Ain't
slayin'
Latyrx
You
gettin
laid
to
rest
Over
the
Sunset's
edge
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