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O Crassa ingenium, O ico coelus spectatoris
I heard a robot pronounce my last name correctly
And in what I thought was my own dream it told me to stop interjecting
For some reason I obeyed and promptly crossed the street
But first I looked both ways
Caught a glimpse of a paradigm shift riding down the block on an old Schwinn
Cycle
Suddenly my id materialized on a fixed gear
At the senior wine tasting with mixed fears and a button up And my fucking glasses keep smudging
And even in the important classes I keep fudging
Got a job as the school tour guide
I’m no visitor from Mars
I’m a normal guy with too many Lichtenberg Scars
These thick-witted blind sky watchers think they’re mind’s eye doctors but
they’re gougers
Scalping tickets on the Freedom Trail
I just want my liberty to fail
Sorry I’m a bother
A mostly constant gardener
Let, let, let, let me take a dip in this Lazarus pit
If I wasn’t such a lazy coon then I could probably hold hands with Sailor Moon
I want Ra’s al Ghul’s facial hair
In certain places I’ve worn spacetime threadbare
Took a peek through the wormhole and saw Danny Brown’s tongue floating
I’d call it showboating but this is the Millenium Falcon
I’m bourbon-coating language isn’t surpassed at being very good at holding in anguishes
Poke a hole through the side vortex
To strengthen my mind’s forceps
All the while the taximeter is still running
I’ve got clogged drains for inner monologue plumbing
My brain has too many folded wrinkles
I sat beneath the purple rain and felt the tiny sprinkles
Rappers say they form like Voltron
That was a children’s show
I’m laser etching my name in the Philosopher’s stone
Inhale, exhale
I think I’m Nick Flamel, Bertrand Russell
Add Dwayne Johnson, sans the muscle
Why was the man running though?
I do a dance called the Know-It-All
Get anxious and hideout
Playing Pokemon in the potty room
Reread all this Twitter spam that «I could too could be a very naughty groom»
Don’t date girls who don’t know who Neil deGrasse Tyson is Tattoo clever pickup lines on the inside of my eyelids
Ate a Freezie Pop and made a mess on my tank top again
Burdened me with particle waves
Personman is at least partially saved
Inundate my corpse with illegal copies of FinalCutPro
Reading the Eden Express
Getting spacey in my basement lair
Stealing free coffee cups at the college involvement fair
Your favorite rap writer looks like he’s He-Man's weed man
Another night ruined by a bad torrent seed. Damn
Retiring as a Trader Joe’s grocery store greeter put me on the list of serial
mistake repeaters
I don’t dream. That’s much worse than a nightmare
Travel beyond infinity like a black Buzz Lightyear
My mind is a stupid doo-hickey that’s constantly surmising
The internet is a treefort that was built for hiding
I used to want to be a flautist but the most delicate fingers
My emotional well has a rotten scent that lingers
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Relisez tout ce spam Twitter que " je pourrais aussi pourrait être un marié très méchant»
Ne sortez pas avec des filles qui ne savent pas qui Neil deGrasse Tyson est un tatouage des lignes de ramassage intelligentes à l'intérieur de mes paupières
Mangé un Freezie Pop et fait un gâchis sur mon débardeur à nouveau
Accablés moi avec des particules de vagues
Personman est au moins partiellement sauvé
Inonder mon cadavre avec des copies illégales de FinalCutPro
La lecture de l'Eden Express
Obtenir spacey dans mon repaire de sous-sol
Voler des tasses de café gratuites à la foire d'implication du collège
Ton auteur de rap préféré a l'air d'être le weed man de He-Man
Une autre nuit ruinée par une mauvaise graine de torrent. Fichu
Prendre sa retraite en tant que commerçant l'épicerie de Joe greeter m'a mis sur la liste des séries
répéteurs d'erreur
Je ne rêve pas. C'est bien pire qu'un cauchemar
Voyage au delà de l'infini comme un Buzz Noir Lightyear
Mon esprit est un doo-suçon stupide qui est constamment deviner
L'internet est un treefort qui a été construit pour se cacher
Je voulais être flûtiste mais les doigts les plus délicats
Mon puits émotionnel a un parfum pourri qui persiste