Ghostlawns - Antipop Consortium

Center the tone into the domain, no main

Propane flame or butane to the opening with an offering

It’s not often that I wanna but I’m gonna make a point

Cause I wanna put the so-and-sos impose on tip toes

Spit those hipto crypto cryogenic thesis, he’s as

Nice as watching ballerina’s teemless meters reappear

A pirouetting hero, zero tolerance, abolishing wack MC’s

Please mister politician don’t feed us your empty promises

It’s obvious you’re oblivious but not impervious

And you still will crumble, stay humble still number one

Enslaved by luxury, to me your source of pain is not entertainment

Desires and ruined payers transposing the fantasy

Enjoy views, but don’t listen

It’s your frame of reference I discard

Audio sport tech-noir Abdul Jabbar

Fire wire hair dryer in the bathtub, I shock

Dixie cup, telephone frail communicate feeble

Dim witted like dunce caps on five watts

Tapeworm recorder, a border, gazelle, Gordon Cattrell

Watch the top granola get rude like junk food

King vitamin on top of the food chain, rug burns

Run around the field but never move like a fence

Vital vinyl recital title idol no rival

Text flaws with pens flaccid

Inactive, speechless like in mouth

Wobbly Sayyid, slim like a ten-speed

These MC’s take heed when I project with 300 cc’s

Past the toll booth past your whole crew

Wow, who’s that cat who just threw my neck like a quarterback

I want his autograph

Females on my for my phonographs

Making moves on the floor like a pornograph

Got the mad soul, you can feel the chemistry

E.B.

turn up the frequency

I buried him in the ???

With the beats or a cappella in the streets

We could do it any time

I got ghosts in the lawn

Where my foreman thrown on the floor

Like scorn you’re torn to the barn

I heard the sound and came back to see what was going on

Then I turned up the song