Jam Baxter - Isis Intro lyrics

I can't get them out
(what?) , the thoughts in my mind
With my heart in my mouth I
Try force out the rhyme
Worn down I climb in my sandpaper suit
With four thousand lies in
A bag labelled truth

Yeah I move
Yeah I move with a heap of the pengaleng
Dreaming of sleep, reach for the pen again
Flee from the stress to them
Far away hill sides
Cuz all the kings buggles
Couldn't carbonate still life

If shit's still dry pick a better beverage
Sill jam baxter, the interstellar pessimist
Shit repping outer space with a wooden spoon
Sat with a bag of sour
Grapes try'na cook a stew

Sugar shoes I dance the prangalang boogaloo
Pushing through the brassness
Patch it up good as new
Book a few days in a casta-del drug mash
Then it's straight back to rot
In hells puss flaps

Fuck that i speak words and mean em
Navigate reason feet first to freedom
I'm a keep sinning in this latter day Eden
Its crease cuz the rattle
Snakes apples taste decent

Now I creep with the scatter brain legion
We lacerate beats and decapitate demons
The barricades weaken, dementia empowers me
Soon to develop wings, shedding skins hourly
Bust it

Yeah, it's spack out Monday
Unravel yourselves round of applause please