Dec 2, 2017
(Lean Koontz)
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(Lean Koontz) Grimey breakbeat remix of Bay Area artist @ViolentVickie
(Lean Koontz) Don't slip up Pick up what the pickup dripped off Make your neck stick up; make that rocket lift up High, out of the dirty atmosphere Where it is black and clear You might find it dead at first (but) None of these things are out to hurt you It may be your own flesh vessel suit That just might betray youOn your arm, on the left Sits an aging wristwatch clock ticking death And a pretty rock that sits atop Golden soft metal that will never rot Two things you never leave home without Carry around you so you never in doubt Used to be digging for change in the couch You're all grown up and your shoulders don't slouchAround the neck above your chest You wear a lace that says you're the best You have car, custom plates And you think it raw like your dog 1x You go to work And you go to work It pays for itself Life can tell your worthGet belt up Don't get held up in the hell of which you can dispel Break the Cancer shell Coming back down Blasting through the stratosphere Are we back on land? Ether all aroundGet yourself dancing In a tavern made full of people with a tantrum Yell your name like an anthem What has been said and done Creep millipedes in the dark unseen Nothing's what it seems I used to be all about the end of times Now I feel like I've run out of time Being thirty, one third life used on this earth This aging process is a curse Baby girl you ain't gotta cut your wrist Go the windowsill make a wish I know it sounds corny but it's that or this Cos things get better I can tell you thisGlamoured purse Now a nurse Removed the curse Like a self infected hand wort Your hands work Let the rocket max its bandwidth Your shoulder Wears the fur Made of white and snowed blur Something smells like black myrrh In the witching hour for sure