Calm Tornado

[Hook]: The first 16 bars of the calm show plenty a bottle of water is kept It's 'bout to be a wsssssssh Like which y'all never seen See The final 8 bars of the storm There isn't a barn I ain't willin' to wreck It's 'bout to be a whooooooh Y'all will never forget [Verse One]: I turn down tail, cats fiend for Decathlete, what I need caffeine for? Classically, fa la la, like gasoline While I'm fast asleep Listen carefully "Sand, you ain't gotta write no masterpiece You got advanced degrees." Please Peace I, dream, weave My funk richer than your regular reek Rhythm is the true religion, I rock secular jeans That was me enforcing the streets While the bosses keep us deep in sufrir Now I won't cease till my people are free It's not too hot in kitchens that was frigid originally Maybe you should leave Met froze opponents in the polar ice Handle my cahones, you've never beholded apotenterpoltergeist The bluest demons of police is prone to fall for buckin' the protocol, I'm known as the prototype The greater part of performance is 'cut & paste' My comments is anything but common place My parlance is what would be born if Transformers and phonics could fornicate [Hook] [Verse Two]: My beard rubber band matches my outfit I'd like to make an announcement My outfit is...thick I stick fingers in outlets Here we go No llama could out spit No Jet leader could out riff I leave space kinda like Alf did Seen Dark Knights/nights kinda like Alfred Kinda like alfredo Saucy Platano Plato Radio won't play though DJ's on the payroll No bueno! (Sand, they playin' your record on the radio right now though) Oh Perhaps they know This is not your typical plain old average Joe verses This is Joe Versus The Volcano Hobbes, Locke and Aesop's Fables Planet Rock, Janis Joplin, Bach, hands that rock cradle "Sand build a ark, save the art" cried a archangel with a cocked halo I had to nod, I could not say "no" Wrote the calm in a tornado Cause American been conned and been clogged, I been called Drano Sure Sands wear see me where? San Ramon I see ya and raise ya and I'm Razor Ramon [Hook] [Verse Three] You can't write 24 bar verses You can't talk in 3rd person They won't purchase And why you call yourself the Dream Merchant? You're too deep You need to call yourself a sea urchin Stop blabbin' how you cut grass How cuttin' grass help you see serpents People need purple not purpose Rap is supposed to be earning, not be earnest You provide a simple service Go ahead and sip some syrup, you're not a civil servant It never hurts to stir up a little skirmish It never hurts to steer the herd towards bein serfs Bein' servants instead of being insurgents That's more profit, pockets, purses That's the art you need to perfect Nobody's perfect Nobody 'cept for everybody You not up to foil Illuminati You probably groggy from fluoride in Dasani I put the lawyer into loitering lobbies Voices in my noggin say remember 'Nam and remember Nagasaki For Twitter is now occurring was having common instead of carbon copy Industry beef is increasing keep peeps from peepin' what's in their beef and broccoli Sons is ominous, obviously I keyed into something brewin' Says batters in Milwaukee