Jakprogresso - Ground Water Flow lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Ground Water Flow lyrics]
Yes, I'm the crystal prince
From the mountains
With goat an antler scout crown
I told the people that the water is poison
(he's gone mad) don't drink from
The well (he's gone mad)
You don't rep radio pirate, go clutter links
Anchoring fly kids
That veggie head dunce cap rap I digest
You clock me whether the iris
By which you dispatch
Arrows of liquid sentiment isn't
In face fly shit
My belly's eyelids launch tentacles
Out chakras with
30 moon system luminescence behind it
And blast the gastric hive
I smoke my own energy like in
Cyphers I pass the high nothing's original
Everybody who looks into the stands
Can easily be classified
Sip chamomile I drink the wind
And discharge and expanded mind
I secret San Fran ergonomy labs set
Up by chemists running underground
Acid mines me and my social side
Can't coexist much longer
Rap blog radicals critique
So I pull out punk gauges
On fellow song birds
I'm paranoid, I feel cornered, I'm starving
Give me tap shoes, a cup and a street corner
I'll rhyme for quarters
Witness the meltdown
Crystal ship for fossilite's earth water
Heads on post warn the boarder
Applaud for the pauper
Sober for a year and a half
Cases pending, beat writer type
Weird with the craft
I'm in the tC '07 in corduroys
Summer heat, long beard and a stache
Your gaping eye holes just peer into raff
My new shit is personal
Not geared for the fans
Take that sheep shears to the lambs
Club bunnies hop with bar
Crawlers get smacked
Out of that beer in your hand
For all those underground barrier air head
Fox terrier egos who tried to diss me
I lay sick and get busy, you still fix seeds
I fish souls from vessels and
Throw them into whirlwind speed
I settle spectral dust, lick creek
Build an incoherent city
Remote, stubble covered in a Rhinebeck cabin
Noose and misery and mint leaves
Indeed the souls is cosmic
(yup) the body political
I study hell using psychedelic visuals
In my living room
Trying to figure out how disembodied
Spirit's can feel pain physical
With fear and loathing tonight
My planet's energy sapping in
Animated principle less flight
I glide over fantastic fabrics of the
Mind and plunge into gas flames
Came too at my cottage to find
The roach in the ashtray
Moth silhouettes gathered behind lamp shades
21 gram weight
From the mountains
With goat an antler scout crown
I told the people that the water is poison
(he's gone mad) don't drink from
The well (he's gone mad)
You don't rep radio pirate, go clutter links
Anchoring fly kids
That veggie head dunce cap rap I digest
You clock me whether the iris
By which you dispatch
Arrows of liquid sentiment isn't
In face fly shit
My belly's eyelids launch tentacles
Out chakras with
30 moon system luminescence behind it
And blast the gastric hive
I smoke my own energy like in
Cyphers I pass the high nothing's original
Everybody who looks into the stands
Can easily be classified
Sip chamomile I drink the wind
And discharge and expanded mind
I secret San Fran ergonomy labs set
Up by chemists running underground
Acid mines me and my social side
Can't coexist much longer
Rap blog radicals critique
So I pull out punk gauges
On fellow song birds
I'm paranoid, I feel cornered, I'm starving
Give me tap shoes, a cup and a street corner
I'll rhyme for quarters
Witness the meltdown
Crystal ship for fossilite's earth water
Heads on post warn the boarder
Applaud for the pauper
Sober for a year and a half
Cases pending, beat writer type
Weird with the craft
I'm in the tC '07 in corduroys
Summer heat, long beard and a stache
Your gaping eye holes just peer into raff
My new shit is personal
Not geared for the fans
Take that sheep shears to the lambs
Club bunnies hop with bar
Crawlers get smacked
Out of that beer in your hand
For all those underground barrier air head
Fox terrier egos who tried to diss me
I lay sick and get busy, you still fix seeds
I fish souls from vessels and
Throw them into whirlwind speed
I settle spectral dust, lick creek
Build an incoherent city
Remote, stubble covered in a Rhinebeck cabin
Noose and misery and mint leaves
Indeed the souls is cosmic
(yup) the body political
I study hell using psychedelic visuals
In my living room
Trying to figure out how disembodied
Spirit's can feel pain physical
With fear and loathing tonight
My planet's energy sapping in
Animated principle less flight
I glide over fantastic fabrics of the
Mind and plunge into gas flames
Came too at my cottage to find
The roach in the ashtray
Moth silhouettes gathered behind lamp shades
21 gram weight