Ryori

Suspension of time scent of pine, slumber lingers
Taste of cunnilingus and a numbness in the fingers
Scarlet clove of garlic and a fat thumb of ginger
Microphone to green what gun is to slinger (blah)

Pragmatist within'll use incumbents as a ringer
Bringing dinner service slice the spring onion like a Ninja Turtle
Militant proponent of the nerd shit – Urcle
Script style borderline perfect circle

Cypher like the Phifer used to dominate (dominate)
Latest premature induction to the hall of fame
Burning ball of flame that beckoned Icarus, the second most
Common cause of death after mic up in your mid-section

Correction – third most common as the
First in fact is hubris, crusing in a Buick jeep
Morphed into cubic feet, robbed him of his car key
Folded back reality, enough of this malarkey (malar...)

What the rass, I feel to throw a brick through stained
Glass of a church building from the far past in an anarchy mask
I'll smack ya harder than a master based on
Break my muthafuckin' fingers on your skull, I need a plaster cast
I run a master class that's after dark
For narcissistic little cunts that need an ego boost fast
Don't take this shit to heart, I'm rambling, bambling just for laughs but
Don't undermind the Youthstar, though I'll leave ya fucking face glassed

I'll tare this track apart and piss on it
Diss on it then spit on it
Yes, I'm an arrogent prick and loving it (What?)
A casual cunt on Sundays in the church
While the preast is chatting bible crap, standing on his bird perch

The fuckin' perv jerk grooming altarboys to flirt, probably say
"It's in the name of the Lord" and then squirt
Fucking jokers though, I roll flows like a one man show alone
So why the fuck won't people throw me a bone bitchhh...?

Ay, hold it
Scold the whole crew
This flow was overdue like an old, cold bowl of soup - true, no excuse
Oops! Golden rule - no shoes at the pool
Open toes only, homies, totally uncool (ha)
It gets lonely at the noble, local, vocal school
Hold it down solely, and slowly choking fools
Holy moly! Baloney, how I'm smoking dudes
Overly intoxicated, walk away but hold the mule

Place an order for some smokables, toke and pull
Casually handle stolen jewels, no drool
Only on the microphoney totally old school
Yodels these tunes on a broken stool over brew
True, you probably think I'm joking you
But it's origami, I unfold the truth
Did your mommy say "Don't poke a bull"?
This vocal umami overloads the palette
Queue explosive stool (Vegeta)