The Gods Must Be Crazy
Zimbabwe, Rhodesia
Drive in movie theater
Toyota Cressida, heavy metal speakers
Don't kill the messenger, Henry Kissinger my album's only feature

Xerox fees is a world passport
Home where the hatred is, no mystery car
All data lost, spirit roaming
Beast verse hollered at the garden, sucking tongue on the starlight
My six headed bride, black on both sides
Purged before birth, numb before thirst

The Happiest Africans how I started my verse for Live Aid
Rehearsal for We Are The World got cut from Chris Hayes
Have Bellafonte coughing off that uptown church that ?
I went to the ends of earth, sunburnt, black as pompeii
White women with pepper spray in their purse interpolating Beyonce

The league of formations
Your moneys no good here

FACE AND NAME
LOGGED AWAY
I MIGHT REMEMBER
I MIGHT ASK AGAIN
I BE EVERYWHERE
WHERE BLESSINGS IS
WHERE CURSES CUM
AIR FEEL STICKY
THE END IS A SIX LETTER STORY
GREEN EYES IMMA SEE U NEXT LIFETIME
SOMETHING ON THE STOVE IF YOU HUNGRY
I THINK I MIGHTA LEFT IN MY RIGHT MIND
STILL GOT DRESSED FOR A THOUGHT CRIME
CAMOFLAUGE VEST
DONT YOU CROSS TIES
THINKING THAT YOU WILL BUT YOU WONT
POKING OUT MY THIRD AND M Y FOURTH EYE
I WAS BORN ON THE FIFTH DAY
my drink cold and my fish fried
spit out in every which way
i been through
i be inside
(woods)
Heavy Metal Rhodesia
Drive-in movie theater
Toyota Cressida
Henry Kissinger my album's only feature
dont kill the messenger
ELUCID
xerox visas and world passport
home where the hatred is
no mystery god
all data lost
spirit roaming
beast vs harlot at the garden
sucking tongue under starlight. ggg
my six headed bride
black on both sides
purge before birth
none before thirst

The rock paintings was scale diagrams
Coke out the sky, rocks as big as your hand
A Gulfstream Five that don't ever land
CIA scams, revolutionary plans,
Overlapping venn diagrams, overlapping
The hammer fell out your man's waistband, grappling
Anything can happen if you tryna make it happen
Get head-head, tapped-tapped, tryna get it crackin'
Mind cracked open, seeing all the patterns
Was a time would have been oracles and seers
Now madmen squatting in a caves
Trains crashing through caverns
Stick figures hunt mammoth
Crude language, dicksuck glyphs on tablets
Bushmen watchin world come unbalanced
The sky tumble
Hunter gatherers watching black giants walk out the jungle
Alien as spaceships, low clouds sit
heavy with lightning
Men pregnant with death, frightened at the quickening
It totters on unsteady legs, boy you invited to the christening

Your moneys no good here