Special effects in 19” racks
Rare but H.D like Betamax
Found gold within with my mental drax
It’s a track with some flash but no fake acts

I work small scale like Paul Weiss
See limescale in the lime ice
Get some sriracha in the fried rice
That’s a tax gotcha
Not nice

With the speed increase and extended lease
This cheap production is off-leash
some rich hacks my ideas leech
These same damn tracks keep wide reach

Like yung lean Arizona ice tea
‘cept my preferred drink is lychee
With a top hat and a plain T
Neither class nor swag is where I chose to be

Cause my style’s wack
I flash brash tracks
Whether at the coliseum or a shoe shack

And folks that’s that
I don’t talk smack
Cause the vocabulary is clean, jack

Got stacks of vinyl from way back?
You might spit fire but I breathe wax.
On the tape cassette its my classic flack
That’s a wrap, mac.
Spinback.

-break-

Polished and clear like wood varnish
Or distorted and rough like aluminum tarnish
Electroplated but it’s still garbage
Needs a sprig of oregano, fresh garnish

The power of the tune, what I have to harness
Exciter and EQ for more sharpness
Its nothing like it was when we started
Like the darkness, in its classless

But if its unclassed then its peerless
And if can’t hear then im earless
If I cant see the world im fearless
With fear of death for my dearest
Its clearest when I get rest
With a good nights sleep the tune’s best
Got so many holes it must be blessed
The jokes “holy”, have I expressed?

At my behest
Im well dressed
That’s a sign of good times Like a protest

And I’m pro, invest
Im my coast, west
That’s a false jest
Ontario’s my nest

Like a bird, crest
On my sweater vest
My fashion sense it doesn’t pass the test

Cause that’s past tense
I don’t care, hence
I wear what I possess
And don’t spend cents

It doesn’t make sense
To get distressed
Over pre-worn jeans; this sweet dress

Was 10$ but with style, zest
Are you impressed?
But I digress;

Like a tigress, I can roar out
Making progress; shout out
To my best friend, don’t pout
I only got one, what’s that about?

But it's cool, sprout
Because without
My means are simple, I sound scout

Uncharted waters ; Waves spout
From new ideas; don’t doubt

Like a doubting Thomas
No promise
Like an alien president; obamus

Replioilds, are they now upon us?
I question that logic; thought softness

a splashing solace
the hacks and polish
The real takeover is $, problem?

The bent of goddess
the threat of loch ness
And we transgenders are the new hotness.


(beat) No gender, no surrender
like a middle-aged-man on a weekend bender
sequins are fruit; throw it in the blender
gotta be a soft friend; tender vendor



3D space let it UV render
the dreams that I keep
marked “return to sender”

roll with the slick
that's a definite never
well oiled and cared for
a delicate feather

the grove and the time
ear candy endeavor
straps of leather
men with heads to sever i

i must be an open string
cause i never fret
but dont confuse my calm demeanor
i am full of regrets