Consumption - Homeboy Sandman

Yo, I’m hungry, hungry?

Chef boysandardee

If you put socrates in Sauconys

Added the father, son, and spirit

And had him living off his rap despite the fact that no one even hear it

You may have fashioned

Wait

Add a little juju

From Juju, Psycho les, and Fashion

Bake until you’re flabbergasted

One spoon of Sun Tzu, kung fu, and grapplin'

Jackie Chan, Charlie Chaplin, Tracy Chapman

Cool on a pedestal till fire’s finished cracklin'

Then put on some goggles, peep the chemical reaction

Season with the sasón of an assassin

Add tumeric, and oregano

Slice it with a saber, serve a slice to captain save-a-hoe

When his convulsions is done, he’ll start talking in tongues but don’t let him

take any Tums

Or Rolaids

After he writhes the whole day

He’ll live a life that’s full where he won’t die of old age

The transformation from the homemade

Whole grain

Will heal your whole brain

So have a whole plate, free your membrane from the mundane

This chow more savory than a steak

It even come in powder, you can take it in a shake

Or bake it in a cake

Don’t think of taking it in vein

Or taking it in vain

Afterwards you’ll never be the same

You’ll never be restrained

You’ll never save

Any given morning you might wake up on the 7 train

Bypass the apprenticeships and master 7 trades

And swear off medicine to meditate

And stare at people menacing should they have sentiments for setting straight

But spill it and your shirt’s forever stained

Your shirt’s forever changed

Your shirt will turn a different shade and fit a different way

You’ll look at that shirt differently

You’ll start to wear it every day

Maybe even in the shower

That’s the power of devouring

The flour and the sugar that is sweeter than the virginal deflowering

Filling like top billing

Hearty like a house party

You may have to cop the party pack

Like on Halloween you copped the smarties packs

Smarty pants

Give it to the kids, they’ll grow big and strong

Tell em they could have it for dessert if they finish they chicken parm

That’s why your oven timer sound like ticking bomb

And the roaches in your kitchen gone

And your vision’s strong

And your hearing’s clear

And your sense of smell can smell every cell

That’s the element of Melle Mel

That make your belly yell

That’s that Manu Chao

That make your heart sing when your stomach growl

Smack it up, flip it, rub it down

Marinate it over night it gets you right

Bet your life