NETCEES CYPHER THREAD

[Mr. J]

Manipulative soul listen to it go...
echoes meeting in the meadow of hope
a heart settled at home, resembling ghosts.
never-ending roles of misguided lovers
we are the yin & yang under the covers
unforgiving, these natural formed wonders
eye covered cucumber & dirt covered nonsense
backward evolution reversing our progress.
beauty of the subconscious is its simple process...
rinse, wash...repeat, I speak for her involvement
massaged pomade laying naked on the carpet.
negativity called & it left a message of caution...
heart of an arson with alcohol in the cockpit.
this is Johnson put this black box in a safe spot...
its plane to see that the have nots will take off.
or is it blow up, you know what they say dawg...
when you come this way you turn Hindenberg
that fit of slurs can get fixed with a dick ya nerd.
I stick to erbs that are stickier that wicca birds...
or sagehens, whatever you name them I slayed them
an Asian in the jade den where I practice the ancient...
technique of meditation..spent weeks in sedation.
the dreams of this labor split into small tunnels
all funneled out to where I find my thoughts jumbled
you gotta face it, you couldnt come close with your sock cuddled.
Im free range, you boxed in
I see hate in your thoughts kid
you seem great but stop it...
all these lames are lost...
its a shame so watch it.
set your alarms to 12 Ill be on in 6
a picture of myself as big Mousekewitz
out West I know my way round these shits.
the baggage comes with the territory
the shit just changes with the territory.
dont matter how you try to tell the story.
they some pieces of work.
they compare Jesus to Earth
listen to their thesis on birth
these retarded pieces of dirt...
arent too far off from being the future that we need
just imagine what we would accomplish nurturing that seed.
put a thought in his head & make his head shaped funny
listen to these vinyls & you will never be the same dummy.
I keep a noose in my backpack with some fuzzy handcuffs
for when I cut loose at the Cat Shack where my stripper...
is ugly...with dandruff..I sit back snuggled with a fat blunt
this is the 4th day I went without a shower.
the 9th since Ive brushed & wow...look at the hour.
my digital clock tells me its 3 but what do I know.
the bonfire is dying out & the triplets sing kumbiyay ho...
Carmen San Diego laying low beyond that...
concrete combat with the scream of wombat...
I dont know what they call that...




I dont know what they call that