The Crayon Sharpener - Themselves

Right off the bat… irregular's my first disclaimer…

Second’s…what once was rap’s always changing… this frame of

Reckons the next basis for improvement… and that’s about it…

Unless stasis snatches movement to latch a crowded

Skinner’s box, chop… chop…there's ideas to have…

Bigger shock… a lot stops…

Must you be in a lab to feel part of advancement?

You real art love ain’t a chance in

Any faith’s hell, they’re not tempered the same…

If you can’t tell the preaching is not why I came…

Just throwing facts and figures out there… catch…

On give back… be bigger share… match

My mutually exclusive with your collectively exhaustive…

Truthfully stupid is more a perspective.

we’ll

Lost it in unison… unison…you've become

A work in process… a process… an odd test is process… ahh yes…

Show me a prehensile tail is not your style homie…

The mental well… has no dial

Pressure gauge, favorite spot physiologically…

Say has anybody got exact change for camaraderie…

You… could it be you… could it be you… you…could it be… no

Then humble it is… every able axis grab an oar… go fumble with

Ideas since prenatal practice… I'll step ashore…

Just leave the maps, money, and chewing gum behind, peace

You’ll be back harmony is just that um… kind

Of gross enduring a lonely open flame

Enjoys less in the absence of fine company

There’s always room for one more where the ceiling’s drip well

Put and walls crawl with forethought… have a seat…

On what looks to be… is it a floor… wrong

It’s not just a beckoning light in a young blood’s present

Darkest future, but a culture…

For a darkest future we’ve bled culture…

Acid vigor, human error and little white lies…

That’s what MCs are made of…

Bluntly, our pain and slab nativity scene’s infested…

Ugly’s got it by the horns, so lovely

Gets molested molding hardship from tragedy

Splendid way of thanks giving we’ve

Perfected dastardly to watch our backs disgusting practically

Spared no expense at all in rapidly

Rusting out our roots and groove potential forelorned…

Nothing surprises me anyhow… rude of me… shucks

You people seem nice, just look at those smiles…

And that’s not the half of what it does for those

Who thrive to its influence, nodding heads

As hard as hearts can stand

Pure prudence, lovers of lyric and construction

Know this wonderland makes running a mill more bearable…

I.e.

hype releases make weeks

Poor one’s make laughs hysterical

«music's my life, man» is some lame ass understatement of a force

No clever contraption of words could ever contract

Or conserve into some digestible scrap

Indispensable is rap’s ties to you and eye’s

Wrack minds of the observant

Wash back and the lace air of cipher with

That comparable most wonderful thing on earth…

Breeze of keen and opportunity…

Astonished full of all but… daily tomfoolery’s

Been proven clinically…

A best time to… hmmm…let's see… train the pallet… jel

Please faze your gallant composure through

My altered statement of why any censor’s power’s feeble…

We’ll handle ours if you do your evil…

Angles a long shot impossible and pisses off simple moms of drones

Protecting their happy homes

From back rows at church… truth hurts…

Come on now… slide me a seat in the senate and see how tolerance works…

I meant it’s awful easy to condemn and never been attempted…

Take unity for demonstration purposes…

So in the end, my extra-righteous tirade services

Only the colossal unjust of our juxtaposition…

And glorifies how deep blank runs… sickened…

That’s a apropos… since we are what we overcome…

On a rock where fruits of labor are sold…

Although I do believe it’s pronounced soul…