Calm Tornado - Homeboy Sandman

The first 16 bars is the calm make sure plenty of bottled water is kept

It’s 'bout to be a wsssssssh

The likes of which y’all never seen

See

The final 8 bars are the storm

There isn’t a barn I ain’t willin' to wreck

It’s 'bout to be a whooooooh

Y’all will never forget

I turn down tail cats fiend for

Decathlete, what I need caffeine for?

Classically, fa la la la gasoline

While I’m fast asleep

Listen carefully

«Sand, you ain’t gotta write no masterpiece

You got advanced degrees.»

Please

Peace

I dream weave

My funk richer than your regular reek

Rhythm is the true religion, I rock secular jeans

That was me enforcing in streets

While the bosses ate a trippa and suffritt

And I won’t cease till my people are freed

It’s now too hot in kitchens that were frigid originally

Maybe you should leave

Been froze opponents into polar ice

Hand on my cajones, you’ve never beholded a potenter poltergeist

The blue is demons the police is pro DePaul, as far as buckin' the protocol,

I’m known as the prototype

The greater part of performers are 'cut & paste'

My comments is anything but common place

My parlance is what would be born if Transformers and phonics could fornicate

The first 16 bars is the calm make sure plenty of bottled water is kept

It’s 'bout to be a wsssssssh

The likes of which y’all never seen

See

The final 8 bars are the storm

There isn’t a barn I ain’t willin' to wreck

It’s 'bout to be a whooooooh

Y’all will never forget

My beard rubber band matches my outfit

I’d like to make an announcement

My outfit is… thick

I stick fingers in outlets

Here we go

No llama could out spit

No Jet leader could out riff

I leave space kinda like Alf did

Seen Dark Knights/nights kinda like Alfred

Kinda like alfredo

Saucy

Platano Plato

Radio won’t play though

DJ’s on the payroll

No bueno!

(Sand, they playin' your record on the radio right now though)

Oh

Perhaps they know

This is not your typical plain old average Joe verses

It’s Joe Versus The Volcano

Hobbes, Locke and Aesop’s Fables

Planet Rock, Janis Joplin, Bach, hands that rocked cradle

«Sand build a ark, save the art» cried a archangel with a cocked halo

I had to nod, I could not say «no»

Wrote the calm in a tornado

Cause Americana been conned and been clogged, I been called Drano

Sure as sand’s wear sea meets San Remo

I see ya and raise ya and I’m Razor Ramon

The first 16 bars is the calm make sure plenty of bottled water is kept

It’s 'bout to be a wsssssssh

The likes of which y’all never seen

See

The final 8 bars are the storm

There isn’t a barn I ain’t willin' to wreck

It’s 'bout to be a whooooooh

Y’all will never forget

You can’t write 24 bar verses

You can’t talk in 3rd person

They won’t purchase

And why you call yourself the Dream Merchant?

You’re too deep

You need to call yourself a sea urchin

Stop blabbin' how you cut grass

How cuttin' grass help you see serpents

People need purple not purpose

Rappers supposed to be earning, not be earnest

You provide a simple service

Go ahead and sip some syrup, you’re not a civil servant

It never hurts to stir up a little skirmish

It never hurts to steer the herd towards bein serfs

Bein' servants instead of being insurgents

That’s more profit, pockets, purses

That’s a art you need to perfect

Nobody’s perfect

Nobody 'cept for everybody

You not up to foil Illuminati

You probably groggy from fluoride in Dasani

I skipped the lawyering to loiter in lobbies

Voices in my noggin say remember 'Nam and remember Nagasaki

For as what is now occurring what does it have in common?

Is it a carbon copy?

Industry beef is increased to keep peeps from peepin' what’s in their beef and

broccoli

Signs is ominous, obviously aki there’s something brewin'

Besides batters in Milwaukee