LYRICS BORN: Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about / Throw out

the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground./ Why

do they love it so?/Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward

breezes / And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts / Absorbs sweet

Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into/ Deep

dark space around Taurus / And the Mormons can't explain the stars

reflectin' in her corneas. / It makes they hearts beat hard against they

corsets which / Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and--/ Who was

it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit? / She had to forfeit

little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.

/ Privately, we recorded her, / Intimately, yes! We courted her with-- /

"Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my--/

Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely, / We will explore your

inquisitive tendencies; / The intrinsic and the explicit, / We won't

inhibit any of your inquiry, / But first the fire must be met then quenched

by you candidly and randomly venting any / Thoughts, memories, anything! /

It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!" / So we

left gravity, / Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then, /

Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts, / And then

I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,/

Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a

thickened band of taffy, / Assuming every length and shape imaginable, /

Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,

/ But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly, /

I shot out like a javelin after her screams, / First matching her speed,

then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her, / But the web I

spun had not strengthened yet, / And the momentum sent them stretching

through my intentions,

And I popped! / Dolly lost. . . . . . . / And Lorraine. . . . . .. /

Plopped back down into her bedroom, / And coughed/



LATEEF: Born / the correlation / relation shapin' / the forms / are takin'

their stations

warned / we're warmed / the verbal intercourse / and mind fornication / is

on, whine, design is tight, / corn burn more than blunts / or oil at

midnight / the clock turns, as it often does / fight it with all ya might

scrub / ya learn more if ya listen / timing is more than tic-toc-tickin' /

rippin's a mission so come equipped / but not with remote clickin's or

clips / in the nine / ya mind / is fine / with me / brother / ya chickens,

you caint rhyme / and punks react violently / but bad men respond silently

/ later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely /

privately / commenting on society / modestly, / honestly, / asking why

fools even try it / when they're undeniably / and obviously, / undoubtedly,

/ decidedly, / wack / I strech out and expand / in 3-D like / galaxies

establishing terrestrial contact, like / roll up the windows, crank the

heat, relax recline the seat, / and thank Lateef, / take two and pass, /

give it a little gas and ask / "What's the riddle mean?" / Fantastic / G

E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted

/ synchopated audiosyncratic madness / concentrated / focused / on the

rabbit / like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine / armed with claws

that bring murderous tragedies / to even human beings burdened with

feelings of sadness / ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest /

sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em / before that /

I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action / in sound clashes / bastard I'm

the fastest / quick draw / like: western classics / BIG JAW, voice cuts

like a saw / sprinkling you like Magic / as the cataclysm hits / like SMACK

/ vocabic havoc cracks / your sternum, spine, and scapula / spectacularly /

propelling you backwards over the edge / of the track



LYRICS BORN: Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple, / You

will notice from your new knowledge experience, / That the distance from

the crust to the mantle to the core, / Is much greater than previous

measurements, / And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a

myriad of new findings, / Different from the supposed truths, / The ample

evidence we presented, / It complemented our argument that "everything is

impermanent". / Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element

has suggested is legitimate, / And finally, as a reminder, / The precious

metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment, /Cannot

compare to the infinite introspective splendor, / Represented by the

treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center, / Incentive

isn't it? LATEEF: yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes, / You're dealing

with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh, / You wan test surely ya jest,

look, lets just get / one thing correct before ya step focus on breath,

breath, breath, / one rep, / breath, breath, breath, / select yet another

set of styles? Yup, yup, yep, / each one as hard as erections I got to

flex, flex, flex, / for project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex,

/ while you're caught up, / thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex, / and more

flesh, flesh, flesh, / robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness /

most of these rappers are talking shit out of the side of they neck / what

the heck? / It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less,

and less / and lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press, / you gotta do

it yourself / quiet as kept, kept, kept, / if my work is respected I

collect checks, checks, checks, / they cain't all bounce and if they do I

got an ounce at the rest / so I aint stressin' off that bullshit. / LYRICS

B: 'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard? / I've

authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred, / And

I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone, / I kicked the devil in his

neck without my rosary on. LATEEF: and I checked out the vampire's nest /

sans garlic, dissed his harlots, then without the crucifix / plunged the

wooden stake deep inside his chest / Pinned him! / thrashing around in the

bottom of his sarcophagus / writhing around / till the only thing left, /

were little scraps of nothingness / those scattered all about infinity LB:

All different shapes and sizes going wherever / LATEEF: But all of one

entity / LYRICS BORN: That I had brought together for my pleasure / Watch

this now, /



---SIDE BY SIDE AGAIN (TO THE ENDING)

LATEEF: As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation /

but you fuck 'round with this and you'll get aten.

LYRICS BORN; Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons

rendered from a rusty Ford fender, /



LYRICS BORN You get your steak and eggs, / Your Caesar vinaigrette, /

Savor your cigarette, / 'Cuz I'ma tape your lips, / Become my marionette,

/ You curtsy, pirouette, / And when my blade caresses, / I scrape my

bayonet, / You lose your favorite legs, / I love that fragrance, / Playful

Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous, / You slaying La-Tyrx? / You're

driving majorettes, / Over some acreage.



LATEEF: You gettin laid to rest / ain't slayin' Latyrx / you gettin laid to

rest / over the Sunset's edge