Tongue In Cheek (feat. Rhyzome)

When I speak it's all tongue in cheek
I'm iconic
Yeah I'm high on it
On my honor
I'm kidding
I'm flippant
I'm ironic
I'm living in a prism of riddles like why bother
When I speak it's all nah
I'm too busy chugging bubbles out of liter jars
Y'all busy saying literally for some things that aren't
I'm tongue twisting making long winded cheeky art

Guts full of bubbles and oxygen rust
Hard sinuous scar tissue
A body defunct
A beacon of hope planted into decomposed granite
Releasing the old Canon as a drop in the shunt
I'll moxie the mach speed recombinant flux
Y'all cross seeds and swap meet your gobbledyguk
The code is operative go consult your local obelisk
Before the gold of Solomon can coat your whole asophagus yuck
Supined otter in an ice water lava lamp
Shiatsu the trauma don't fly swatter the copperheads
Why argue with the high art of commonsense
Look ma no blind spots in my oculus
One ear in the nautilus one in the Borg ether
Bored of leisure so I hop and skip a 14'er
Porcini spore breather from the land before easter
Thermometer screaming manticore fever
Stars breathe air where the heart meets sun sign
Hard week I'm a let my heartbeat unwind
Shark week every Carnegie that's harvesting my punched time
Ain't hard to see the upside of a Bartleby punchline
Embedded trauma sheaths the bloodline
I shed it let my karma feed the dust mites
I suffer from absurdity lust
The real bummer is that witches don't curse me enough
Eat away a scrap yard repurposing junk DNA
But its a 'bust' the rest is dust like some genie legs
Once my bundled nerve hunger stomachs what's in the easter egg
Flapjaw turned mums the word of the month, season, age
Reacquaint with the phrase seize the day
Either way not enough carrots in the steeplechase
Not enough errands to keep my hair from going tiki flames
When I'm ignoring what's apparent for convenience sake

Yeah that's some tongue in cheek shit
And some of y'all can't stomach and get seasick
All this metaphor is causing a wobble up in your inner ear
But we some otters so we got no problem living here
Yeah that's some tongue in cheek shit
And some of y'all can't stomach and get seasick
All this metaphor is causing a wobble up in your inner ear
But we some otters so we got no problem swimming here

It's all tongue in cheek
Shits run of the mill
I show my teeth
What's under the grill
I need something to sweep
Under the rug
Cover the bugs
Cover the real
Summer of love
To summarize I could use hundreds of quill
To describe what's under my eyes
Under fire yeah I'm stuck in the kiln
What's in the paper today
I'll Raku all the anxious way
Ages of pain baked into clay
Tormented souls get poured in the mould
All the statements I made get forged into porcelain bowls
They're just aching to break
All the promises I made to keep the Daemon at bay
Until my fortune is told
A story as old as Ormus and Gold
I never forfeit my orbit round the sword and the stone
No sure bets when you're forging your own
So I got to course correct at every fork in the road
But there's memories stored in every spore in the loam
It's an energy cord right to the porch of your home
You better be warned the enemy scorn at the horns of a goat
Seems entropies born with every corpse in the moat
And crocodiles smile when they shorten the rope
Lords in the turret watch them rip apart a person while they gorge on a loaf
So when shit hits the curtains
I'll stick to my purpose like an urchin on the floor of the coast
Before the dharma turns to particles and floats away
My soul conveys barnacles and stowaways
Stars cloaked in the ocean spray
Hard nose to the open state
Bardo but the chosen gate is bars closed til I chose my fate
Arms fold til the heart glows like it knows the way
But even farm folk get lost when they explore the maize