rejoice

Moving forward, dearly beloved

Make I and I recall

Bob's son set in Babylon

Atop the very high mountain

Carving prophecy into rock

Blood from a stone is the wickedest task

Yet, rivers to flow, lyrics do grow

And rise and rise to terrible, terrible proportions

Stifling the weak heart, made they tremble

But the dreadlocks say, fear not

Stamp foot and flatten a raindrop

For in Bob and his children's temple

It is strictly reality we are dealing with

Strictly reality, so rejoice

Beepеr buzzin', semper fi cousins

When in hot ovеns, et cetera, et cetera

Wind chimes gone dummy

Delirium, serious serum, celiacs, belly out, sippin' 'gnac

Yacked, redacted

Told navel, "Strike that from the record"

Quarter zips, meanin' none to flip

You know where the poets is

Under some gutter, at the library, by the café, at the ATM

You know where the poets is

At the perfume store, in the buffet line

On a philosophical corner, drawing sevens in concrete

You know where the poets is

Off riding green horses, profaning the inevitable

But never on purpose

Lips pursed in verses, spitting juice like plums do

Ooh, that ish delicious

Yo, I croon like doo-wops

You, you know this life is vicious

And it seems, the only option is to cling

To the mind that retains the faculty to dream

And it seems, the only option is to cling

To the mind that retains the faculty to dream

In Duane Reade screaming, "I'm not the same me"

Meaning soul graffiti bubblin' over

Summer soldier, cut from the cloth of October

Beat made from two metal cans

Various spectrums of an evil parallelogram

Could you see that? Would you bear my eyes?

Rhetorical gestures that merit reply

State communist verse the based abomunist

Entrance fee is paying homage

Patiently awaiting context

White boys in my crew look Amish, honest

And the negros is walkin' around talkin' 'bout NeoHooDoo

Askin', "Who you?"

Don't mention what you do for money

Isn't that funny? Screw face, moot case

I never demean the self with definition

Exquisite sense of what's hittin'

That's kept me on this lonesome trail

Sink or swell, I'm out to open sea

Croonin', strummin', open C, no capo

Coterie of lame-os, skullduggery and baking soda volcanoes

Laser eye like Kano

So run up to get done up

You lookin' like the corduroy coon's latest come up, psh

"Welcome to my rap show," said the spider to the fly

As long as I'm living, as long as I'm alive, as long as I'm in this environment

There's certain things that not only myself, but everyone should do to be able to survive

I find that it's very important for me to understand the idea of martial art

Actually it's spontaneous

Me it was only natural, just to flow into this type of movement

Since it was part of my culture and lifestyle

You see, some people play tennis, some people deal with golf

I don't feel like I'm getting that kind of confrontation

That thing coming at me, that's a negative aspect

Saying was that we lost a language

And being more specific, in terms of the music, drum instruments

They said— just now, you see, what it was—

I don't— sendin' God hope— and because of certain kind of—

Relying on your past— that— But the thing that I've—

Yeah, I think so— you know, that' the big—

Sometimes almost like a contradiction that you set up with inside

And it's not only two-fold with it, they talkin' about the two parts of the brains

It's multi-fold

Because, see, that simple type of sadness may produce, like, just, subdivisions of that sadness

That takes on all different kinds of degrees of sadness

See, and maybe sadness 'cause somebody told you that there was death

And maybe sadness because you broke your favorite dish

But it's all sadness, but different types of sadness

But lumped up, it's just one big sadness