The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3

I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete People are made of match sticks, light this bread a flames Note at the craft work door the last smirk of the the Damien mainframe My box cost siphon third rail juice from lost poets Inhabit ocean bottoms with a bitter rotten scapegoat pardons (note to self) Don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies Where participants squeeze your last giggle then whittle sacrificial finales I can tie my boots laces alone, save your knee deep offerings Sorta bring puke coughing bunk persona to light (I might) Build eighteen malignant railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent Just to scream "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the station What should we do with a thousand drunken sailors? "kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer" (dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed humankind Consuming booze and gut fuel, til they cruised across the line) I spin gold, your raps are dirty lapsed Towards the nursery class act impression of a bubble (yeah, I could've been more subtle when polluting paradise gene puddle) Man huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm trying to school sheep Towards the right idea, see ya This basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold origami Plantation shut this picket fence Hang on to your dreams kitten, you'll probably never hear this song Let alone sip the mission long enough to listen (I smoke cigarettes down to filter, smoke the filter down to space Now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in your face Now if you were to alter masks every time fame circus approaches Do you really think your maker wouldn't notice?) Okay, I've died a thousand, and I'll die a thousand more I leave footprints in fours, two for bipeds, two more to break the door Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers and sisters Mothering stickler cabin and madden shit I'll fix the wing for a penny and a parable, yeah but this friendship Sunk with a barrel full of tarot's pull Snake eyes harbor bad shiners Then wonder why the culprits sitting at the their rainbows ending Want's garbage bag liners garbage bag liners With out the apple seed it's useless (I sat for greed) Patched for boredom crafts a castle out of toothpicks (I sat to breathe) I breathe too hard nearly metamorph castle loose pins Now I stand to breath as not to disturb the plumage And I know that sob story, it no longer turns my stomach Hollering wolves in the form of one frustrated culprit But a love tap full of washed up stardom melted trying to milk it Win a ticket to right white lines highway sideways melt it, smelt it One love to the rungs in my ladder, one love to the gathering of Laughter bats that hung from my rafters See the jackal met the badger, they were both such fucking bad asses That clashing wouldn't make sense (hence my tape deck) Now I ain't gonna name name's, and I ain't gonna drag others in But I ain't about to say that I'm the only cat you got bubbling You're lucky, somehow you managed to befriend some good people Who will sit and soak the evils you secrete, but why? I'm not really sure (knock the fuck off, kicking his lip across the floor 'til the archival vinyl venom soak the lore Anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery burners Fusing a million majesty murders then stole the crown) Oh wait that's right, you discovered me right? Offered up the peace pipe, and oh It's all cotton candy when Aesop Rock the B light He's actin foolish left in the middle of laying bricks (oh we weren't building nothing but a great wall around these stones and sticks) Oh and for the record I've been rhyming since me and Andre thought we could freestyle Built foundation out of passion and brother dusty caskets Studied dope rappers, vocab expansion, poems and syllable placement You're just mad cuz somewhere in there you came and went (I ain't the type to dwell) Dismissed it as casually non compatible and bounced Obtained status where I could straight objectively critique your after projects like (damn that sounds fresh) or (damn that shit is garbage, what happened? I'm not even laughing) Yeah, but the barriers were broken (you choked) You made comments to the wrong folk who out of respect and honor leaked your program Now like were both trying to sit and breathe another dawn so my advice To you is when I say "move on" just move on