Famous Last Words

Did I get crossed out? Absolutely, everybody's etched in a little piece of themselves, we're sweating through Fountain of youth like Isabelles and Jesabelles No wedding bells, Queen Elizabeth Holy motherfucker places your gauntlet into a labyrinth Escher crustified seen through walls Hand help puppets don't make a madman out of gods gifts X marks something magnificent if its meant to be Daddy Kev, welcome to my odditorium Lets make molehills of insecticide what dreams are made of in and about With all limbs dancing as one it's a masterpiece and you're invited, who's sweating? Wake the waves we throwing tantrums who's catching this Jathan vs. the Spicegirls ideas thrown at random time is to waste and I'm an archangel Slaying every cliche I've thrown where's the diss in that? I'm dissing languages, what's the point? Everyone is called out. Numbers in everything, decode my dick I ain't Linda Tripping this is my stadium Another gift of gab I supposed everyone oughtta change their clothes Oh these girls are angels apparently God lives in Seattle Jathan is the CEO in a desk if air, salute the aliens before they melt omega6 I've been sacrificed to a volcano check it out I'm a big word paraphrasing moments of genius Imagine my eyes burning every time I'm reading this If it's meant to cry, I guess all people are meant to die What is it you're looking at? Is there a hole in my head call it heartache Sole's a ventriloquist, antagonist, so all the irony is whatever Oh look I slit my wrists So I'm supposed to be a lantern landing in animation abandoning all my human traits You're all in bondage, bon voyage We keep it in accompaniment, suggest professionalism Throw up your W's, ask questions This is a questionnaire what you've abandoned your god Where are we all godforsaken in a makeshift writers workshop all alone We in a makeshift writers workshop all by myself Where are my planets we are all planets in plainclothes walking in line Where's the irony in that? This is my office who are you yelling at? Take your Santa shit, take that smart shit elsewhere I'm practicing being dumb, don't tempt me I can take off my shirt, black and yellow photographs that shit is dead Sole is my epitaph that makes this the farewell slash entrance like never before so do whatever Everybody is on the floor this is a stickup You're being raped for your innocence, so I'll rob you blind for what that's worth I love my mother and Amanda's dreadlocks its over Take your picture leave me alone, this isn't even me Paint Tim Holland naked, read it and weep Wipe that thought off your face I'm on an ego trip So where's my trophy who wins humanity 1999 1200 hobos those numbers make sense We make up a percentage a defense brainwashing pestilence It's all about advertising, can I rent space in your mind? It's all about merchandising I'm so underground everyday I wake up at 7:30 and still ain't dead It's all about if I don't come down up off of this irony Coming off hard, one thousand ideas a symphony Let's dance, sex symbol sympathy time for ambush Eight twilights in a frame all eyes on Portland, Maine, M.E This is my god complex and you're all shareholders Hold hands, can I get an om, or a loan? I'll pay you back over my dead body Still torn and stillborn, I'm still adding names Next time it will be more like "dear society" I'm a live poet still fermenting and ending any explanation on this expedition we call hip hop And I think it's the greatest waste of time ever shat Where's my sarcasm It's actually sincerity when I rap it's what I do All hip hop is something I listen to when I know what I'm not talking about Or insinuating disclaimer everything I write is a diss song This time I'm talking about things I can't change We'll always be hungry and piloting figures When in the end we should have been building skyscrapers This is my planet, I'll have my people talk to your people I'm not weird and everybody's bored So let's be important while we're writing hand gestures give me some oceans We're orphans and organs in a well in a porn like carousel this is a trampoline springboard An idealistic "isn't it worth the time it took to step off?" Someday this will be an ancient society I'm doing this in hopes of never getting crossed out, so where's my dotted line? I forgot my lines and I'm running out of steam So leave me here to die for a minute...