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Iâm something unheard and bound under harbor sound,
But my words are heard loud when Iâm on the mound.
And with the vocal duress of a lone thrush in a bush,
Thatâs a quote from a book of my local press push.
The doctor of ramble and word scramble,
From the land of proctor and gamble and cop scandals.
Rocking soccer socks in sandals like yeah bro,
Talking crude a tad too verbose and way too close.
Iâm colder than most,
Older than the youth.
Always under oath
And sober in the booth.
One manâs filth is another manâs truth.
Big mouth filled with one long tooth.
Do you all?
When you find yourselves in your late twenties, wanna make money.
Do you all?
When you find yourselves with three tens youâd gladly ante on the wind.
The crucibles proof and fire fused, poof,
With the liars view under my skirt up. Dude,
You wanna peruse the tattoos you heard word of?
Any excuse I can use to move my shirt off.
Girls used to fawn over my locks to kill.
Now the girls are gone and Iâm on minoxidil
Iâm in decline but women like be jocking still
Cause I rhyme with skill and talk so chill and youthful.
Bird dog in the mating yard to be truthful.
Quake 89 trading cards with me tubes
So three white felt gloves are crucial.
Yes the one left one right one neutral.
When you find yourselves on stage running for fame wanting.
When you find yourselves well known, you learn youâre only more alone.
I canât sleep in rental cars or airlines, yo
And so I keep a deck of cards for down time.
The road and other solo christmas and valentines.
No itâs not the hoboâs wish list I had in mind.
Then when Iâm free off a mission
Iâm sorta like filled with ennui, indecision, and more strife.
Life long bouts with depression, lone fights.
Down in the town of unheaven, Iâm fine in time, though.
Standing with the will to start a bike up hill with pride.
Ringing the bell and riding straight outta hell.
But waterlines fine like ink from porcupineâs quils
Are etched beneath my skull, but thatâs all.
Do you all?
When you find yourselves in the late morning come awake yearning?
Do you all?
When you find yourselves amongst friends attempt to blend in with the men?
Iâd prefer to be some unknown with a sports car,
Than pen the dumb pun poems as a poor star.
You wanna just come home through the courtyard
Your son run to greet you with the perfect report card
- Album:
- Moh Lhean
- Waterlines
- Golden Tickets
- Sod in the Seed (EP)
- Mumps, Etc.
- Alopecia
- Eskimo Snow
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Sod In The Seed
- Sanddollars EP
- Elephant Eyelash
- Oaklandazulasylum
- Rubber Traits
- Alopecia: The Demos!!
- Paste mPlayer #55
- Bayern 3 - Matuschkes Lieblinge, Vol. 3
- Lexoleum
- The Early Whitney EP
- Anticon Label Sampler 1999-2004