AB-Life

Yo, its A to the B, kickin' dust and debris from the catacomb
That alone could force you to retreat
See I seek peace and departure
Never start your crooked stance
A long distance trance inhibits your advance

Still in denial? I'll put your heart on trial
And call it cardiac arrest, don't ever test the science
I impress upon dumb crumbs and herbs
Like shake and bake with words, numbing your nerves

Your fun will get turned into unfortunate events
You're spent, paying dues like a portion of the rent
As I plummet to depths that exceed 20,000 leagues
I'm spillin' fluids inside so I can capsize your entire fleet

Bite the steez, bite your cheek and speak in slower phrases
Disgraces, you're better off singin' Jehovah's praises
I'll soon erase your prior attempts to perpetrate
Doesn't hurt to say it's no surprise that you deserved your fate

I levitated sedated, faded your status
With heat compared to solar flare, apparently I hold more weight than Atlas
Don't knock the track, stop it
I'll extinguish your ass like I saw flame in your back pocket

So hide your face in a locket for generations, impatiently pacin'
Missing the point like Shaquille's free-throw
We coulda been kickin' it, but you're ugly as a gremlin after midnight
When you recitin' the lies from your ego

Mt. Analogue

This apparatus is evaporating faster than a bucket of blood
So if you feel like you're losing the context
The apparatus is a metaphor for war
And all the dirty little things that come with the concept

Pigs wallow as the dollar starts to trickle
From the teet to the lips, to the dirt, to the bank
And if you're treading water patiently, I'm sorry but I'm telling you,
The ship has already sank

embrace apocalypse, the biomass is fully innovating
As it breaks through the stained glass
ENGAGE
We blast off into the Bronze Age
Information pogo sticks eroding through a blind rage, reckless

We are the echoes of the savages
Gliding through dimensions passing time and its ravages
Guillotine cracks through a snail shell fractal
Backward frameworks spawn pterodactyl.

Electric, like Tesla pulling mind tricks
Ac flows to the AB making LIFE
Vegetative is not the state, we keep it meditative
Mayberry's burning so call Barney Fife

The engineer is building off the colors of the painter
The acolyte is burning as he stands by the cross
We fill it up and dump it as it flows into the tributary
Climbs up the trees as it strangles the moss.

AB was speaking leagues of the 20,000 variety
This beats fermented funk and we're lacking on the sobriety
Sages of sound as the quest lies ahead
Apparatus was fiction, it's all in your head.