Our slaughter lies in drinking malts and not the porters   This ordinary revolutionary lived and fought that modern Malay   Mainstay in mainstream, but swam upriver full steam   With no liver   Hard to figure, logistics and logic entangled   Mangled figures in shadows pose no threats   This interlude escapes me, kept my tongue wet   Daily variation varies on technique one speaks   d k dead verse no rehearse when two meet   Magnetic poles read like dead sea scrolls   Competish got beat like Rick did Lucy   In sky with diamonds,   Kept in army jacket lining   Sense what that facial structure's hiding   Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time,   Eternal.   Reaching for that dagger in their boot    Or their burner.   Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra,   Never sober.   My soma thrown off the cliffs of Dover.         3 rocks blessed before them hit the floor   Took the bottle to the chest, til the head said, "No more!"   Pleasures of a man who's poor.   Revel in the pain I endure         Known to utter ramblings of winos off of straight head   Young poor and hated, a darker shade kid.   Caught them eye sores, mad jaded   Kept my vocals gated   Recessive traits emerge when resting on crates   Sipping ancient grapes, altering mindstates   This life on crumbled papes of a street poet   kickin gutter poems, at 8 ohms   Unbalanced chrome speaks my misery   Forgotten history through modern griot   These kids don't rock, speaking on what they have-not.   Swore to God they hot like them weed spots   And quick to pull that glock   But where those skills they got?   Where's my culture?         3 rocks blessed before them hit the floor   Took the bottle to the chest, til the head said, "No more!"   Pleasures of a man who's poor.   Revel in the pain I endure         Transformation of norm to higher apex   Truth got stretched like latex   Their concern now lay on paychecks   Outer lobes got annexed,   Dramas play like Hamlet,   on modern stage.   This script to ears fall vague.   Now look this mess you made    Caused me to invade type Christian on crusade   Should do you in like Cain did Able   And render you disabled   Should wrap this mic cable round your vertebrae   Till your vocal's strained   Some say I'm deranged   I ate the paintchips off the window pane,   Just to dull the pain   Must maintain.