The sun rises. No one wakes.

Deep in the chasms of slumber each of their ears pointed at attention

Rather subconsciously

Whosoever may start up the mower
And bring upon the tidings of morning

They wake all

In this... Our subdivision

Our safe, quiet, dull, small, temperate, subdivision


I'm a

Bummy butt munching
Bum nugget niglet picking

Pack of pepper spray potion and pistol wielding

Bigger than life but smaller than suburban living

Bigger than hawks in the sky I prefer to dwell with the pigeons

He poppin off like a cyst is
madder hops than a Scottie Pippin

A Scottsman no truer that this'un so
Sit down be quiet and listen

Smokin on that burning Bulbasaur

I bag a sack of troubles
Likes of which unlike the others

I'm not a rhymer
I'm a coal miner

Finding diamonds in the depths of Hazel Crest
and wind up with my lungs crushed

Not one but two of em
Pupils are lookin droopy

And incoherent appearing
Upon the psyches

And minds eyes fried upon
J Saturn's
previously mentioned rhymes

Like a
dark room in the summer when your mother pops the blinds

Get up, Get up
My son, my son

Gotta get these cashews
They felt that salt like peanuts

So I dub them snoopy

One time for the crew g
These days a nigga is on two teams

Gotta be the one who gonna lead the pack

Or a nigga who isn't even fit to lead

Traveling in a pack of two or three

Goin off of da cliff ain't movin, b

Long coated Kiddie
be takin all the romaine

And I leave em
with demons

I spat all in them
Croutons and that blue cheese

Can I get anudda one of that loose leaf
They wanna get the rosay, cool g

But they stuck on top of the Grey Goose scheme

That fluid be makin a man loopy

I'm gonna be running till my feet are bloody and thanking my God for the shoestrings

My mother is stuck in a box and she ain't gonna let me experience new things

My ladies are chillin in Lincoln and Matteson they know that I love em like Lucy

But I give it to the Chi
a couple fingers in the sky
You in the box and I'm moving

You can stay here and mow the lawn
But me I'd rather be cruisin...

So you can mow your own dang lawn...

I will not bring about morning. Not today...

No, I prefer nighttime

Another day on the bebop
Listening to Pete Rock

While me and my brethren steady
Givin the three dots

To anyone who doubted on the powers that be us

Abusing these cats and I'm thumbing noses at peta

I came to your girl's house and we kick it like Fifa

I give her the sausage like I'm delivering pizza

The Saturn is out back and he popping the steam--ahh!

I wrote this verse gone off of
Intergalactic ciroc

Mixed with a bit of leaf and a tea-cop (teacup)

I'm two kinds of triflin
Mixed with three kinds of artsy

If every country could mind they bi'ness
You'd find me
chillin with

Fifty middle eastern women
Speaking in Farsi

Don't feed us the broccoli cuz we sicker than
Farts, g

Runnin like
Forrest g

Don't get mad at us

Get mad at the men and women that demolished your forestry

We're talking one big business owner to four trees

Take away your oxygen and sell it for more fees

They never catch a case
ball is always in their court

And I watch and I narrate the whole thing from the porch, see?

Gimme my binoculars

Forget rap
I'm doing opera

Catch me on ya block performing
Les Miserablala (miserables)

I prefer to shake things up and I cock a lot of your

Eyebrows
Now are you gonna stand there or mob with us?

I drop these ops and
I spit my thoughts

You know I do hip hop for these goals

Don't care what you say
You better do your thing

You gotta be yourself to be gold

Through those lonely nights
I sit down and write

It's just me myself and these bowls

Walk across the sea hand in the trinity
Cause I put it all on these flows