The Rafters Music Group - Dunes lyrics

If more philosophers did ketamine we'd have solved the mind body problem Think about it I'll see you in a minute, any minute, every minute If you sit it in your brain, I'll keep you copacetic Never regret it, I bet I'll get beheaded or indebted Be better if it be bout something I said it Better be bu*tery, got beef more than a cutlery Never see me suffering, or hand cuffing, I be stuffing My pockets like a turkey on thanks giving, that's no bluffing No kidding, with Pop Kitty in the city spitting Head Spinning, itty bitty chance I'm not out witting My competition, the partition grow with every flow I drop Suspension tow the weight, know that I deserve a bottle pop Or a ball to drop, when I drop this is my last call Speaking with a drawl, cause I had too much alcohol Kids in the hall but my brain candy is this mixtape So much an animal, some say created on the sixth day Fifth play through of this game you call hip hop Stay my own lane through and through never flip flop Piss pot-less unless I guess I get my money right Lucky strike and known to lay to rest the best or plucky type I been praying for religion but it ain't really workin out well A carrier pigeon, but went and landed where the trout dwell Feelin underwater? feelin thousands of leagues Outdated in my methods like immortal techniques I guess it's hopeless/ I might be the only rope-less la**o The only time that I'm honest/ is when my momma not home The only time that I start cryin/ when I think I'm all alone The only time I stop smoking/ is when my cover is blown But could you do any better/ when your sweater wear you I guess They branded my name/ it's seems I'm tied in my shoes I may know a few good men/ but they can't handle the truth Like a handle of Henney/ after I've already puked I think we can now understand in a better way, perhaps, the relation between creation and resistance. In any poetic act, there is something which resists the creation I may know enough/ to know I don't know that much I started trippin on the weekends/ to keep my third eye in touch My thesis go to pieces/ I'll sign a treatise for you Speechless when my teachers gimme burden of proof I'm up on the roof and ran out of space for rising My words don't know they're in lyrics all comprising The surprisingly witty, sh**ty attempt that I give To express my own conscious, I should manage a civ Like Sid Meyers built empires, but I'm winning with diplomacy Shoppin for a cause but ended up at the grocery Twist spliff till my wrists hurt, my fingers be feelin it Then sketch a track out always try to key and peel it I give a spiel with zeal and hope it gain ma** appeal I'll steal the wheel and change lanes for you on the real Cause if I'm along for the ride then you along for rising Of my insurrection, no protection from all of the spying I'm on a watch list, but my watch list price above your income I spit the sh**, I am dumping like a dumpling from your dim sum Slick like viscosities, no stopping these velocities Taking back the properties from those with the monopolies Stop it please, your k**ing us, slaughtering the villagers Chillin rust it grows, in tow we know that all our stealing jus Stealing back k** a rack like half a case of rolling rock Pull a Glock and fire off, stop it like the holocaust We must look at the act of creation, as to a field of tensions stretching out between potency and impotency, to can and to cannot, acting and resisting