Perpetual Creation from Axioms by CRYM
Tracklist
| 6. | Perpetual Creation | 3:35 |
Lyrics
I’ll take your fame, replace your name with a number and then crunch
‘Cause nothing tastes better than a not exactly free lunch
“We won!” shout the kids on the peaks of heaps of classroom fodder
Each one threw the baby up drinking all the water
Mind your manners in this mirror house, remember, you’re a guest
And there’s no such thing as a second-class citizen’s arrest
The litmus test provides the necessary evidence
Of basic requisite to neutralize corrosive eminence
My penmanship protrudes prolifically, signalling misery
The epitome of villainy, sheer malignancy
And I’m stumped like deforestation, the reason is this you see
I’m straight but quite put off by your frequent femininity
Depending on my litany, I might construct a symphony
But differently, not writing notes but planting trees for instruments
And molding prodigies as prototypes of proteges
As to protect my budding legacy if I should go away
Distill my heart in a carton of artisans
Renting a gentrified apartment from partisans with Parkinsons
I only cross the tracks into that part of town when I’m tryna cop
A dime of conversation in an empty parking lot
Harken back to basics, adding negligible products
To reach integrity from the wrist of the exotic
Now, who exactly are you hooligans fooling
Thinking that Call of Duty truly produces a league of shooters
Freddy Kruegers with lugers ain’t as scary as blue collars
And boot-cut blue jeans to three-piece suiters
Looters rootin’ for scuba sleuths snoopin’ on baracudas
Light the buddha, bring the food out It’s past time
To move out of your new house, the banks about to chew out
So I’m in search of a fifth of Christmas spirits from Scrooge house
Sounds strange from a Jew’s mouth but I’m not about
To spout some Hebrew for all of you, now
Brew the Roibos and take a seat, take a knee
I hate to speak about bread dough in a bakery
Plus y’all ain’t cake to me, I hear cranial vacancy
Like every celebrity thinks cheerios are bagel seeds (damn)
And we can bake believe that faith be the safest creed
But holy houses got more saps in ‘em than Maple trees
Plaintiff, please, I got myself a case to plead
I strain to see the resemblance between nature and Maybelline
If God made man out of clay in a day
Then you’re required to be fired before you can say
You’re made, complete with extra-glossy glaze and the face
Of the architect, the artist, the perpetual creation
Grand me the the strength and serenity to beat the path of nature
Act with grace and replace complaints with ladles full of praise
I wake to drown each day- a cookie in a glass of milk
I’m in a class of ill-wishers dishing to get a laugh and fill
A casket, spill a basket in the woods, you’ll soon see who
Is really big and bad or only howling to deceive you
Believe you me, son, the picture’s different in the moonlight
Pull apart and strum the string cheese, now tell me if the tune’s right
Fumes rise from the tombs, might get the best of you slight-
Ly achieved a new height with the destitute residue, fright-
Fully foxes chew bites of the flesh in question
The session price is set, the booth is just right to step in
