Buck 65 - The Beatific lyrics

Know nothing bohemians, arcane and lenient
Disobedient hicks addicted to
The main ingredient
There’s more of us it’s safe
To assume there’s a movement
Drown in doubt down and out
There’s room for improvement
Casualties, gradually wreaking havoc
Wrecking spots connect the dots no such
Thing as second thoughts
Representatives of new truth and
Evidence hardly darker
Cycles and currents disciples
Of Charlie Parker

Che Guevera, rock star fuck off

The plot thickens! The clock’s
Ticking time’s already brief
On the road and underground the steady
Grief of the petty thief
The hustler muscular body, lazy brain
Riding the crazy train link
In the daisy chain
Jism and Benzedrine booze and shock therapy
Heresy we look dangerous and talk terribly
A nation of millions exclusive
Only the lonely i know for a fact that
Your heroes are phony baloney
Maybe it shows known for the brainiest flows
Poems for no one spontaneous prose
It’s important vital complex text distorted
The coming of war and the
Next recording of Dexter Gordon
Vs everything! The lowest life dizzy heights
Shitty sights shots in the
Dark and city lights
Laws of the lords applause and awards
Everything belongs to me because I am poor

Che Guevera, rock star fuck off


Abstract expression no control hood jacket
Work boots swollen pockets
Stolen goods racket
Neutral camouflage better to show no style
Stay normal amoral keep a low profile
Smuggler fighter struggling writer pervert
Competitive fetishist bad seed
Preferred dirt words hurt above and beyond
Extreme legality and censorship
Enter the new supreme reality
Che Guevera, rock star fuck off