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The wound is the place where the light entersSo I stuck my right paw in an ice blenderI tend to ruin something nice and delicateI've got the wingspan of several mighty pelicansIt seems like every asshole in the multi-verseHas found their life's purpose in the multi-verseSo I got down on these ashy kneesAnd begged forgiveness for the same blasphemiesThat I'd finger painted with pap smear yeastAnd bloggers had called my masterpieceBut they couldn't pronounce it rightI'm feeling mad anxious, cranky and boneheadedHome alone with some filthy animals and we're undressingThe subtext to a stressful lessonLike I used to skip my string instrument sessionsInhale deeply, thought I smelled the cedars of LebanonMistook my notebook as Flowers For AlgernonDark storms, thunder and mad lightningIPhone Notepad app don't look like my handwritingI couldn't see you with my moon gogglesNow I run art rap, it's a boondoggle and it seems rightI think I'm Steve ReichThey called me Steve UrkelBut now I'm Prince Nelson, and my cloak's purpleSongtexteI dare say you act funnyI'm drowning out your poopy rap songs with Thomas Pynchon audiobooks that I bought with rap moneysDon't sound so surprised whenI tell you I'm Mr. Mojo Risin'My heart shattered the shards in my shirt pocketKnuckle all scarred from sparring inert objectsShots in my collar and I call into work tardyMy counterpart called me to party in her bodyGuest list, guess I won't stand in lineAnd she got a door man, what kind of man am IBrass knuckles on the hands of timeOh, baby, did they bust my lip, did they black my eyeDid they crush my dream, did they smash my prideDid they change my trajectory, nah nah nahSee, I'm zen like the Dalai LamaIgnite the marijuana magic wand and Cali ganjaIf I tell a lie it's white than Obama's mamaHad to lay that just been delighted with dodging dramaMy nigga, my Nietzsche won't acknowledge karmaI'm feeling so sublime all the timeRest in peace BradSleeping by yourself at night makes you feel like a sleazebagReading by yourself at night makes you write pretty deep rapsAnd these raps, make these pretty bitches pull out the knee padsAnd pray to the god of Hellfyre, wherever the that fuck he's atBut Jimmy's here with a set of blood diamond tipped tweezersPulling blackhead magic out of Jimmy's beardWatching these normal niggas behave pretty weirdNow I'm a normal nigga, and that's pretty weird Aus Songtexte Mania