Sure ‘nuff I just turned up
to say that I spurn the current situation,
I’m the King, bring the rebirth
with my burning lyrical sperm ejaculation like “splidow”,
a thousand Owls flocking into the darkness
of the black hole, Eye of the Viper,
cycle of the Universe rests in the steadfast hands
of the surefooted cloven clippity-clop
Cyclops balancing on Juno’s unicycle
and every wish is a cherry that sits on the tippity-top
When my music’s on
Turn it up
Your frequency
Turn it up
Your nose, at me don’t
Turn it up
The strength, I’m gonna
Turn it up
And like a sauna
Turn it up
Heat increase
Turn it up
Take your Love Light
Turn it up
I take mine Eye
Turn it up
Then burn it up
Turn it up
Take the AC
Turn it up
Pulse rise and race
in time and space,
The End is coming,
Don’t sweat, it’s nothing,
Messiah Mayan, yup
Puff that purple turnip
I burn and puff the purple turnip,
flow sicker than a hernia,
hey Kearney and Jimbo, my flow says “no you don’t” to bullies
so hurry the fuck up and run for the hills
cause it’s the King of the Ill,
my Cornucopia spills over with a hundred and sixteen
different varieties of the most wonderful green
encrusted THC crystals of sticky nectar,
one hit sends you to a whole motherfuckin other sector of the Universe,
take a toke, hold it in till it hurts,
you mustn’t waste a single iota,
this puff this is the stuff that the Magic Dragon was written about,
I just got back from Honalee,
now let me take the track and jazz it up like Donna Lee,
these raps are the Capstone,
hear the tap-tone of my Gene Kelly,
hellz yes, Gregree is gettin all the nymphs belly dancing,
shake that jelly, yeah you’re jelly, that means jealous,
I’m from Hell so who gives a shit bitch,
I’ll spare your life only if you put that salty look to a stop
or be the Wife of Lot
When my music’s on
Turn it up
Your frequency
Turn it up
Your nose, at me don’t
Turn it up
The strength, I’m gonna
Turn it up
And like a sauna
Turn it up
Heat increase
Turn it up
Take your Love Light
Turn it up
I take mine Eye
Turn it up
Then burn it up
Turn it up
Take the AC
Turn it up
Pulse rise and race
in time and space,
The End is coming,
Don’t sweat, it’s nothing,
Messiah Mayan, yup
Puff that purple turnip
Talkin turnip, please see I’m not rappin’
bout the species “brassica rapa”,
I’m talkin ‘bout the violet, violent lung collapser,
one hit puts you on your ass
so if you can do the impossible,
please take two and pass
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