[Verse 1]

Hey, tequila to free the worm

Had his liver scuba suit up on the Sabbath

His personal pale rabbit

At the hole’s end her delicate mitten tipped

For sticking pissy liquor in him every day at six

Silly, predictability is a bitch

Fully patterned, had her awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board

She said, “This is less of a fixer-upper than my last bar.”

“Funny, you’re less of a fixer-upper than my last whore.”

Crass is Similac to the milky wit of today’s youths

Both chuckle out

Next couple on the house

Next couple on the couch

Swapping social coma rants

Phobias and soldier doubts, jokes and corporate mogul bans

Motor-mouths

The key to open his closure:

Pussy plus yay; she hid in a broken toaster

And later wake neighbors over chemical flavor to fuck sickly

Tooth, nail beauty through the skin deep

[Hook]

An object at rest tends to remain at rest

And an object in motion tends to remain in motion

With the same speed… slow down

With the same speed… slow down

With the same speed… slow down

And in the same direction

Down… down… down…

[Verse 2]

Now the dizziness is similar to whimsy with a pretty twist

If pretty is a bidding war for meteors of iffy sniff

And cigarettes, and pills on a speaker

Silhouetted by the muted television and the rickety Venetians

Between tweaks, he sweeps at home depot and reads

Mostly biblical, but not cause he believed

But found the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly

Feverishly sponged up the information high

Fade into the cradle of his same deck train wreck

She pet him with a mechanical tape deck play back

Plus, the depressing sum of the two combined pay checks

Stung less when little Debbie D-cup put her legs back

Drunk, put her on the business-end of his favorite couplet from Corinthians

Sunk into the comforts of a kid again

Enough to share the stuff that truly interest him

This is where the vision of a shiny, happy Christmas end

Tipsy little princess wasn’t listening, just yes-ing him

The more she fed him “yes”, the more he fed her fresh barbiturates

Assuming it was them against the world into oblivion

But he was just a stupid simian that her live with him

[Hook]

An object at rest tends to remain at rest

And an object in motion tends to remain in motion

With the same speed… slow down

With the same speed… slow down

With the same speed… slow down

And in the same direction

Down… down… down…

[Verse 3]

Pirouetting madly on a mirror full of baggies

In the valley of the irritable Aggie

Any sincerity, miracles, or memory buried in the back-seat

By the hazardous materials was seriously gasping

Here he is in action trying to patch up the attraction

Figured he would win her back if he act in a common passion

Penned a couple chapters ’bout a sassy pair of magnets

With a cottage on a hill and a picket fence and a marriage

Never having gathered her rabid enthusiasm over language

Was fashioned around the aspirin in his cabinets

Asked her to read it expecting flattery after the fact

This is an exact imitation of how she react:

“You ain’t shit man, your story’s a joke

You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope.”

Man she knows five chores, more coke, and all fours

Said, “Leave me on the floor and leave the dope by the door.”

Bounced all shook up, she cook up aluminum

Consuming every skull and crossbones in the room

In under two minutes, he fuming with a flipped lid, stormed into the crib

And found her body on the tiles like, “No she didn’t!”, yes she did

[Bridge]

Stay awake little misfit

Her lips wet a very particular mischief

Sis’ wiggle an index, if your limbs let

Or settle for a warm burgundy bubble out of her beak instead

[Hook]

An object at rest tends to remain at rest

And an object in motion tends to remain in motion

With the same speed… slow down

With the same speed… slow down

With the same speed… slow down

And in the same direction

Down… down… down…

Aesop Rock on!

Nightlight – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pe1ef9J6EbE

Shrunk – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wn7RE8zycJQ

TBG – TBG vs NAK rap battle

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phFBDYcJB60&t=396s

We got a christian rapper vs a christian rapper
Think genesis you my brother
I bring Cane but you aint Able to live through this vicious chapter
I go adam at eve and take his apple and knee
and knock the knowledge from his noggin straight up outta his tree
Believe, you don’t wanna take a chance and tango fam
I’m michael the archangel that beat satan bad, I got sacred hands
Or, I can son him with the blade, call me abraham
You got a flood flow coo, Im noah in the boat, you surviving is a dream,
Call me joseph with the coat
Bible bars and everyone I drop nice look at him lookin more salty than Lots wife
Now im devouring you because no matter what you babble dog im towering you
Think exodus, im moses you the water tryna stop what I do.
But when I stick lift and hit, it will part you in two
Whenever I promise land I do desert banish, I set standard in stone, that’s the ten commandents
This is the old testament, break bread around getting a body, I knock your force to a fraction, that’s gideons army
But I wasn’t sure if we should battle, I had to pray about, you know speak to the father
I said should I really kill him lord he a soldier for you, he said the last thing I want is a chink in the armor
He also told me to tell you that you in need of a barber, I put hands on nak like I seen him weep at the alter
Whether biblical or lyrical, this guy can’t serve me, asked him about the burning bush, he was like, you told you that I have herpes
we still in the first books, im borin in the torah he clockin up an order like he shoppin at sephora, your faggorty destroyed, that’s Sodom and Gomorrah,
Now as a man of god, I usually pray for the weak, but this guy so damn soft that hes prey to the weak

DangerDoom – MF Doom – Sofa King

song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zR2BboZeLEw

The feds tried to torture him for the secret recipe
He said it’s no use, I only know half
No speaka de english, I only do the math
BZZT! Felt no pain
His brain was saturated with cocaine and Rogaine
He said, “Try scam, no-thing, three-card, dead
Fly man go for bling, he got bled
I jam over sting, see spots red
I am ‘Sofa King, We Todd Ed'”

MFin MF Doom

Fazers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRn9BRo4Igw

Space Ho’s: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz9AfrfZYUE

EPISODE SUMMARY

Mick Jenkins – Alchemy
Samsa – Cuttlefish
Aesop Rock – Kirby
Marlon Craft – Shithole
Milo – An Encylcopedia

EPISODE NOTES

Mick Jenkins – Alchemy off of the EP Waves

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpT4iD3NRA0

Take off them water wings, I’m losing water weight, I been on creatine
Curing my countenance, creating this gold from the lead in my pencil
I think I’m a alchemist

Other fire Mick Jenkins Songs:
Drowning
Understood
P’s & Q’s

Samsa – cuttlefish

Song: https://soundcloud.com/offthejump/samsa-cuttlefish

I was a manatee
You- you were a cuttlefish,
I moved in cavalcades, lumbering
You could choreograph a ballad in the muscle tissue of a subtle twitch
Masquerade as something other, make your outer colors switch
I was sculpted out of slate, you grew out a floral wreath
I had dorsal flippers, you had tentacles and plural feet
And twisted past the crevices and left me by the coral reef

Bereft of thought, left abroad
Always acted like you spoke the breath of God
Concrete cephalopod
Of course you couldn’t let me in
Coagulate your casing when I touched you with my ventral fin
Polaroids with exes, you had emerald skin, several tints
Watched your soma shimmer when you texted him
I’ve seen all your colors fade, it’s me that you’ve lost interest in
Beige or blue at home but you could toggle through a range of hues
Flash an orange smile to men that you were just a stranger to
Never was a creature that you couldn’t change into
Nothing complicated for you mimic octopus, what can’t you do
Stage yourself an angelfish, change to an electric eel
Arrange yourself in halo rings, conduct a charge of sex appeal

zefrank1 – Cuttlefish Video

More Samsa:
technocrat
tinder samurai
haunt me

Aesop rock – kirby

song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7T_KKiQiolk

Hobgoblin, shots of hot Strongid
Vaccine queen deem church socks hostage
9 weeks awesome, hides in a slipper
Look in her eye like she might be a wizard
Cold met a cat lady in a parking lot
She got the heroes of tomorrow in a cardboard box
And probably hoarding 40 more in the corners of Fort Knox
Swap 20 on the spot and cop the warlock

Aesops Fables:
Rings
Cycles to Gehenna
None Shall Pass

Marlon Craft – Shithole

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYojNZsWhGI

tell me what a shithole look like, where we move heaven in earth
for a couple of men’s net worth while we let our poor live in dirt
where lies are national, and fashionable trumps factual
where we don’t know what just is, justice is laughable?

Marlon masterpieces’:
Right Now
Do The Work
Gang Shit

Milo – an encylcopedia

song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlp1jd-xUIw

They gave us Mavis Beacon and slavish deacons
Who predicate upon
Who pontificate upon
Who conversate upon
But never hand-grenade a palm
They find refuge muttering
“The patriarchy is on auto-pilot”
With prayer beads and solemnity
We, Urban Outfitters, would like to make a t-shirt
Out of your just-born soliloquy

Milo mania:
geometry and theology
paging mr. bill munn
folk-metaphysics