Elephant in the Pressroom

Yo, rap a little, Driver, go for it! Busdriver: Make a hole and behold my whole mind For the black holes, holy wars to hole nine A whole body who goes stale with all the old biscuits For growth sales hold the mail cause I'm holistic My smalltalk is a folktale of old mystics Its dollar value is a smoke trail of old Plymouths I found footing on the coattails of show business For this airy hole's a hotel with ghosts in it I ensured the expulsion of astral goo And caused convulsions as addictive as tobacco chew My lips are the volcano's rare mica Blink at the sky and have a rainbow dimmed by Sharing the notion I pinch a shaft of light From every hole I'm a messy troll who spat on tykes Your every hole is lined with the gold bands And you must be a coke can and I must be a whole man The b-burial plot is where you all grow corn I'm a dust mite whose blood type is lowborn But now my lips from which sherry o sworn(?) And my personal warmth is set to snowstorm! But now my lips from which sherry o sworn(?) And my personal warmth is set to snowstorm! Open Mike Eagle: I heard Kendrick Lamar's batman and Miley Cyrus Likes to treat her microphone stand as if it's a large black man They feed Tyson chickens liquid Viagara Unemployed college grads would gentrify Africa Hold up, there's breaking news about Lamar Odom Coming through my 24 hundred barred modem Thank you for letting me be myself again Not European; I don't dig shows about elfin men Revenge of the nerd rap tournaments; join us As we drink on cheap beer and have to belch to win Icecaps will melt your friends and my friends Even the ones that eat raw food and do thigh bends Might as well sucker punch Mike Tyson Be a hood Heisenberg rollin' blunts full of Ricin In Islamabad humming Hava Nagila On a loudspeaker, quoting from Bhagavad Gitas Rappers calling out names for other rappers to focus on It's like an episode of Pokemon; Big Sean, I choose you! I got a message for a lot of folks You got two twitter accounts? Nigga I won't follow both Nigga I won't follow both Jeremiah Jae: Set fire to the bandstand with propane Let my spirit rise come and ride on the soul train This is so flame, wash it with a cold drink In a fishbowl find remnants of your whole team Yeah, stimulated by the cold dreams Black streets where they pack heat and hold beef Throw c's off the boat, make these hoes scream Always knew I could be a product of the dope G If I didn't know the history I wouldn't repeat it Like the Jam of the Week rap about big tires On my nose G, you rap like a minor Chilling by your 'rents bed with the night light on Terrified by the dark, I'm a black hole And a lightbulb and an elephant in the pressroom You a yang, no yin in the cesspool Etched in the memory of teenage girls who Act tribal, monkey see, monkey do Off that white dust on that white bus to the zoo No visitor, more like a resident Welcome to the show, you have been selected To fill that Hellfyre, Hellfyre black jungle all you rappers just plummet