Bask

Phenomenal vibrations coming to your location.
Hypnotic control of the little voice in your dome.

Captain Hook of the written word, not a thief but I’ll take your attention for a minute.
Bask in how the rhythm bounces, I got limitless more
I’ll pour it by the ounce.

Don’t count the grains, baby, it's impossible to comprehend.
This is food for the soul, chicken soup cooked by hand.
The feeling of beating the devil, leveling up and strolling your way home.

Touch a hiccup of a pick up
Slick it down to the streets
Tic tac white spray on a Cadillac
Tick down the time it takes you to understand what I say

I march to the beat of my own drum.

I control the tone, change it, Mack’d it down.
Can’t be a jive turkey hanging with clowns.

Smoother than butter on a cue ball
Faith can see it all.

Baby, it's astronomical, it’s in the sky and out of this world
Flying high, give me 5. . .seconds to calm down

The lyrics don’t stop for no man
When this plane lands, trust and understand
There ain't another me in the land

Born of the time of Jerry curls, hot combs, afro sheen
Sheesh I love being me.

I can:
Walk it
Talk it
Flog it
Fold the paper and explore different angles.
Flip the conspiracies
It’s origami lessons

Patience ain’t for the anxious
The wrong drum click will keep a hater waitin.
No sense in complicating it,

This is Sunday morning sermon disguised as Shaft reading the funny pages.
Sippin a cup of coffee, wishin a motha fu- “shut yo mouth”

Sorry baby, I got a bit excited.

But when you see me laying it down, don't stand there. . . jump around.
Bend down to me, let me whisper in your ear.
Steer clear of the midnight train, we don’t get paid to stay in pain.

And if it does rain.
Don’t you dare ask for my coat
You saw the news just like I did on channel four.

I’m just here to channel hope, enjoy the smile on your face.
Experience the taste of Granny’s fried apples.
And enjoy the image of your pearly whites shinin all over the place.

Don’t hate, emulate.
Ventilate that toxicity away from me
You’re funkin up my hair, don't stare.

I’ve cut more for less
And didn’t even break a nail.

It’s too soon to tell but rhyme and rhythm is what I zoot to sell
And I mean this well,

Can’t take this to the street clientele
Elevated when I elevated it, the rush of eclectic elations.

I ain’t famous like Amos but these cookies I’m bakin,
Will have your girl running to tell the good news.

A fire that makes nuns join a mosh pit.

A Caesar salad to clear your palette.

I’m Anakin Skywalker with a conscience.

Archie Sonic coolin in the pocket

Grandmas favorite locket.

Jim that made Huckleberry Fin walk it.

The gold and white dress in the closet
And the black and blue shoes too, I know baby,

Too good to be true.
The infant in the street spitting game to the elders.
Curved the Pimp named Temptation.

Don’t change that station baby, I’m taking over as:

Slick Mack Maisey Royale.