PRINCESS SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
This is a Princess Service Annoucement for ya brain
From the 8th Dimension, I rap, I rhyme, I write, I make, I art, i mess, I math, I perform, I feel, I share, I learn, I impress Quannum Observation forth-sent by i, SM's, etx. Brain juice in the form of word-like structures.
PRINCESS SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
RETURN THE LEG
Ive been selfish guilty taken all that wasn't mine
I stole a man's entire leg, to keep for all of time,
I keep it underwraps between my thighs sometimes, outta sight,
Now his pride and stride, kinda limps to the side
but I just kept eyeing oh what else i did pine for
I needed more of him his lore I dreamed hed slowly hand towards me
cause what he took from me? my entire core for one thing
i mean, no question ive paid out the ass because of him
Hes damn lucky that Ive kept the leg in tact, actually
Cause His calves give me with more comfort than my kitty cat
At night, i keep it at my side, my rock prized delight,
I caress it sometimes when he ain't around or if he denies me
He firmly asked for it back, i told him not a chance
But hes not getting shit from me If he doesn't earn it back
Fool me not I won’t give up If I didn’t need it I’d rip it up
Id have him watch me destroy it just for enjoyment
This appendage has become my new obsession, my trophy
Here take this, it’s a promise, to be honest
I gave my word and he said surely he did also
3 knees deep in denial now was I for he had lied before
From the first to the last, every fallen breath hes had
He just wants his leg back! So I held it tighter, friends
Cause if I hit the bottom I’ll need this leg to help me up
Certainly the man will be too preoccupied with other stuff
Lend me his hand? Its a bluff, No matter how stuck
He would find a way to kick me to the dust blind my eyes shut
and still beguile me for the keys to the iron cuffs
But i wont budge, bite the dust? Nah, ill chew it up
No longer will I swallow any sorrow for what I borrowed
Tough love stuck in my teeth with an aftertaste of blood
His outreached hand? I mistook for here's my arm oops
His lips tell every lie but in his eyes I see his charm
I grabbed him by the wrist soon he sounded the alarm
Pulled back before I had the chace to amputate another body part
I confessed its his heart I have been after from the start
Mastered the game of lust, however not the art of love
Whatever spilled out of him i was quick to lap up
Getting closer indeed but still we standed in the dark
I told him lay the path ahead and id catch right up from behind
We were doing circles cause his limp fell into a stagger
Taking Longer than forever we missed out on our present and our futures
Recognized the shackles weighing which bind us is solid mass
Thats imprisoning our souls, soon a mutiny spiritual
Shall Unfold till we behold anew me that’s untouchable
So I had to let go, release the leg from my control
And End the fuss, for now the crutch was much too heavy and redundant
Thus my grip loosened up, and I gave it up
Now I stand alone and on my own is just enough
Burden of Elixers
Elixer's Burden - Random Rab
i was hanging out with this kid straight out sixties
although he my own age he be smoking weed like gypsies
tripping round the country doing dmt in different cities
festivals for hippies this yogi's picknicking be risky
we were drinking whisky but the tales he told were iffy
he insisted spirits come outer worlds, and I think differently
I said quit the bullshit cause your mind is tripping out
Your mind is making up all of this creative stuff and now you stuck
I'm not one to judge, but you're wrong about some stuff
For all you know, all these books on conscious thought and transcendence
Were written under the influence during the time of lets pretend some shit
Strictly metaphors are these demons spirits and gods,
that you claim you met for real but its metaphysical in fact
From your innerside you can manifest whatevers in mind
Enlist some substances and assist your brain split
Till your fission out of body out in space where no time exists
Resurrect who you please via exorcism imagining
Release them from your deepest seated thinking spots and see
whats in store what you got remember hard before they're lost
meditation get u lifted like the pot stuff does,
but its a little tricky when you take a trip
You can take a dip, dive as deep as any fish
Experience the system from outside your self or in it
Realize another vision maybe one thats more efficient
See your self in opposition and then try to wrestle with it
Things can get twisted quick without the laws of physics
imprisoning us from existential cognition's we got
abilities to live free from religion and biases
Conscientious disassociation by disease, yes please
Reconigize the demons are our mind's own concieving
like our own children, born an accidental lessons
Don’t blame the moon sun or stars for what the drugs bring about
No spirits lurk around your corners or in house
Own up, don’t deny how truly capable is your mind
Never be ashamed lest you stay indoctrinated by time
Power to your Psychedelic funky mentalize
So next time you hallucinate readjust ya frame
Your brain in every state every role is yours to play
Recognize you rule the scene the stage the mic is all fair game
From the dmt to the acid shrooming back and forth
Whatevers leaking out is from your brain, and nothing more
ORANGE SPED HEAD
You ain't even head you really just a sped,
Needing a demon or some meth to help you flow your hand,
Need a beat, I’ll write in bed my feet so0 cold from stagnant still breath
Even a slang a little twang to take my time to practice occupy my mind
If my tongues tied till I’m out of tries or when the pens about to dye
But never do I fade out; I keep it on track,
I puff I pass to you be from my soul and not my ass
I’m straight strapped with rhymes for miles, I foam from the mouth and eyes
For when my eyes and heart on fire the stars come out and lights abruptly
Stop my locks upon my mouth; try to make your smile come out
Because I’m a little spacey while the rest are kind janky,
I expect your ass to thank me from tid-bits from my compilation,
Smoke cigs in front of your kid, Pompous my main gig,
I trump your game in skill but speed remains with those who stick with it,
I’m killing time with lines too shy to institute my sky high style,
Even though I ain't book shows my flows are honest enough for funerals,
I’m a sinner please forgive me but my hunger for the thunder
Left my rhymes in hands of lifers and undertakers in crimes delighters,
In time accumulated clouds'll Google me in ponders,
My trace erased the double sighted mess behind my thoughts confessed
In stride I come back with lively bar in spite of lack
I ride it out I write it down this town is where I’m found
I ride it out I write it down I’m forever underground
Name dropping ain't my steez but there’s a reason to believe
I’m a creation of the west AKA HEAD under distress without an audience to caress
With all my rhymes and style go straight into the files,
I got limos hursts vans and cabinets worth: Lamborghini, Horsepower: Fettuccini,
my torque dependent upon my vials from Houdini,
Tongue tied my submitted bliss by my afro centric incident,
my venial sin stabbed my gut with "I'ma pass on dthis"
brass tax straight up this shade of pink ain’t tough
from this side of the court I rep the spot but you all are stuck,
can't even rot an apple at my place because I’m pegged,
appreciate the poison but my farmers keep me reg,
the sugar to my jelly more legendary than monarchies,
than mason jars than tarred and feathers tchotchkey's latch-key kids and wannabes,
I'm a HUE-man, a white lie, a whore for fast talking boys,
a warrior diploma with low-blows for sermons without purpose,
I oink at your green eyes while we both stare into mine,
a mirror and the sea a back drop from all of time,
being anything I please but I’m a boring shut in-emcee myself, you see,
I dig I dog I rock the bog, I swat you flies and corrode your logs,
I chase the beat and claim to be the best beast,
One day Ill feast while I lead the hokey-pokey - I TEASE
8 MINUTES LATE
whats it gonna take
for me to finally shut the gate, let a loser choose his fate, cause he love nothing more than H
8 Hell no i do not associate with junkie sicko fools thinking deadly drugs be great.
Ill negate your pain if you'd walk with me this way cause you're nothing but a waste of air,
of food, and yea - of space! ill replace you in a minute lace your dope with killa traits, you'll thank me cause I made that minute longer than a day, soon youre on your way back to whats-his-name and whats his place... thus spake a junkie people turn they heads the other away
worse than niggas roaches rape be the IV users, mate - sticking up for nothing but the needle in their arms bleedings least of all the harm scarring deep near and far stealing time away and every single fucking dime inside my car what a kid'll do for H even just a little taste be such a damn disgrace my vacuum cleaner aint even safe, wanna shake him till hes straight but its only if he worth the rate cause my hands are made for helping homies like they real estate, your credit out the door no matter how your spoon be silver, plate of steak like your a winner, just don't get liver failure on my watch cause patience running thinner, than that junkie bitches hair cause she shoots up her children's dinner,
you think you're fucking clever, babe? lying straight irmanda's face? Way beyond your tiny crate she's higher than you can relate cause while you nod out she be cracking up and eating cake sharing nothing but the time with you cause its aint worth the date - together banging never cause you always fucking late, when a junkie knocks it, and the budging stops, im the judge, so ill prop him up, cop his shit, check his vitals just for fun, grudgingly accept the state of aint no life inside this one, so just before he cashes out, i piss on him to mark my spot bunt his skull into itself and hang him from his own damn belt, take a cigie break down on knees crying like i'm 8? nah never you just wait, I got adrenaline but its not your medication infiltrate me breeding hate for all incarcerated by the H just like my babe
PHONE VACATION
Prefuse 73 - Desks.Pencils.Bottles
Hey did you get your phone back I've been acting whack stacking up questions that I wanted to ask you
Made a racket downtown asking Bros yo have you seen so and so and they all told me no but did you try her phoneso
I tacke d a notice on the pole cuz I thought that you was lost bro or at the hospital yeah I'm glad to see that you're alright but I did have little a fright
The site of you is better than any text you could wright wanted to invite you a time or 2 to come and kick it with the crew but soon we recognize we had to wait for you to come on through hoping that your phone would soon be doing what it is supposed to do
RADDEST QUEEN
Razpro - Wash Up