[Chorus]
The first 16 bars is the calm make sure plenty of bottled water is kept
It's 'bout to be a wsssssssh
The likes of which y'all never seen
See
The final 8 bars are 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 1]
I turn down tail cats fiend for
Decathlete, what I need caffeine for?
Classically, fa la la la 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 in streets
While the bosses ate a trippa and suffritt
And I won't cease till my people are freed
It's now too hot in kitchens that were frigid originally
Maybe you should leave
Been froze opponents into polar ice
Hand on my cajones, you've never beholded a potenter poltergeist
The blue is demons the police is pro DePaul, as far as buckin' the protocol, I'm known as the prototype
The greater part of performers are 'cut & paste'
My comments is anything but common place
My parlance is what would be born if Transformers and phonics could fornicate
[Chorus]
The first 16 bars is the calm make sure plenty of bottled water is kept
It's 'bout to be a wsssssssh
The likes of which y'all never seen
See
The final 8 bars are 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 2]
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
It's Joe Versus The Volcano
Hobbes, Locke and Aesop's Fables
Planet Rock, Janis Joplin, Bach, hands that rocked 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 Americana been conned and been clogged, I been called Drano
Sure as sand's wear sea meets San Remo
I see ya and raise ya and I'm Razor Ramon
[Chorus]
The first 16 bars is the calm make sure plenty of bottled water is kept
It's 'bout to be a wsssssssh
The likes of which y'all never seen
See
The final 8 bars are 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 3]
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
Rappers 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 a 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 skipped the lawyering to loiter in lobbies
Voices in my noggin say remember 'Nam and remember Nagasaki
For as what is now occurring what does it have in common? Is it a carbon copy?
Industry beef is increased to keep peeps from peepin' what's in their beef and broccoli
Signs is ominous, obviously aki there's something brewin'
Besides batters in Milwaukee
