Keep your distance please
Your persona's in question my
Makes your heat pistons freeze
I'm a hallucinogen pez- dispenser,
With a group of umpla- lumpa para
Who can radio wave windsurf to
invert what is common knowledge
I will insert my solemn promise to
style until my limbs burst
Negotiate with marketing consultants,
To unearth my earning potential
But my face is so sun burnt
Due to all the grassroots grunt work
That I won't be co- opted
And every photo- op needs to be
photoshopped cropped and snipped
But I'm a street vendor kinds sir
This style- free is dopamine
It's a meat tenderizer at

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Take these cyanide eye- drops
This is what you have been billed for
Dancing on the kill floor
clients butchered to a film score
This is what you have been killed for
Dancing on the kill floor
clients butchered to a film score
Contrast bohemia to my workplace
When I'm racing in carpool lane
To sell shit to an art school lame
- Don't you think you're hot shit
Well what do you have to offer-
A dead archetype able to be purchased
But they can they pinpoint and nail
My distance between art and commerce
With just an invoice of a sale
Those who want to deny us
When a will jump in my primordial pool
Without knowing where their
What they're called on to en cumber
You can't know by just logging
Cuz I don't pay attention to rules,
Regulations or safety tips
Cuz we're the Blowed rap pers
Cuz I tour the country so much
I can do it blindfolded with no
Unrelated to your three- legged
Preachy bootleggers will do away with you
CD duplicators make vegans
Do the salad bar swing- pivot
Wave your valid parking tickets
At the endangered sea- urchin
Tell me the name of your polit
And I'll tell you what's under
the blips of the clean version
Trickling down the baggy pant leg
Of this unhappy class aid
Covered in shell fragments of this
Graffiti tagged glass egg
I can sell anything to a hip- hopper
Like it's my cathartic something
But I don't make enough to
So you can have sex with stars
This is what you have been billed for
Dancing on the kill floor
To vi brant woofer, clients butchered to a film
This is what you have been billed for
Dancing on the kill floor
clients butchered to a film score