They, Part 1

Playing my alto, for sax of tenors

I fused rain and sand dunes, contracting a mirage

Miraculously enraged, Mire and asphalt imprisoned

Then in came they, spirits invigorating spirit

My nerd foundations grew higher , street comprehension

Bridging the gap, with a sensation of suspension

Fit like a pigeon in a coop or coup d'état to a troop

Co-operatively loved 'The Rap Loop' so soon wrapped me in the loop

Jump-ing in a Che-vy, bump-ing GKMC

Scrunched up in the back seat, let my styles roam free

An entendre entente embassy,

The diamond grind defied the time like no-one trusted Shirley Bassey

But in the back of my mind, I knew I was wrestling

Whether you do hip-hop or even equestrian

Go through with it you'll soon get a denouement effecting y'all

they blocked me up against the wall like cholesterol.

Uh, the bridge was over, criminal minds they made a shroud

They hit the roll-ups, hit the lines, and hit the clouds

But I'm Aeronautics, so hit the lines from the clouds

Spied him through a blunt, placed an 'x' then 'BLAOW!'

Out the Cutlass "Your sorcery turned my protege to morphine

I would school you properly, straight, but see your all lean."

Shook my head, cool, but hot to leave, but he implored me

Went from scorning, brawny and bawdy to washed like fluorine

"Buddy cops, in a hurry clock us, so quick cop this buddy

Take a puff just once, it don't make you no druggie."

"So if I kill a man once, it don't make me no murderer?

And if I believe you, it don't mean I've heard of ya or im full of ya? Bullshit

The damn dickens, flushed red, begging for more, hoping for a Twist

Smelling of raw, the remnants of raw dismissed

Through crowds i swept, flashing past and purging reign

Out on the left was acid rap and other purple rain from purple veins

The Prince, through these paths of rhythm, his tribe formed a pack of five dogs

The blowpipe smoking, dart-toting, glacking hive God

Flaunted a gang-hood, estranged, he drove the reigns forward,

Gave unleashed hounds like Rainsford, arranged like a foreword

Jumped out my skelly, still with GKMC

Was like the end of FC3, someone just hit RT

On caffeine, coffin was a jumpsuit, down on luck and downstream,

Woke up out of that dream, beamed at Jesus, and streamed reams of extreme cream, breathing.