Riddles:
Lane shift got a little high so I plains drift
reinforce my defenses fuck a plaintiff
as I riff with a little bit of time
freed up let the rhyme speed up locked in and keyed
up heat up erupt like Vesuvius
fuck it man call me the grooviest some seventies
shit I got heavenly spit and my wit
is the sharpest I pull more strings than a harpist
to make some new creations
hope for standing ovations
there’s always complications
and misinterpretations
but if just a percentage of the people get it
it doesn’t mean I gotta change or even try to edit
it can’t ever bring me down and I will never let it
oh well whatever nevermind forget it
Gonna keep on running
Keep on running
Keep on running
Til my soul collides with you babe
Til my soul collides with you babe
And you think that's funny
Think that's funny
Think that's funny
All of your assumptions came true babe
All of your assumptions came true babe
Youngblood:
now i got the floor to the pedal
each direction just another score to get settled
oh these webs i weave
lights over the road got me questioning what I believe
oh how the mind deceives
what’s that ahead, no, nah it can’t be
and nothings ever what it might seem
but now i’m off the ground floating in a light beam
in a suped-up flying saucer
walking round with a hunched-up posture
cause the ceiling’s only 5 foot high
and i’m staring in the eye of a 4 foot lobster
taking giant steps for the human race
bumping Giant Steps on the interstellar-deep-space-
hyperphonic-supersonic-auditory-interface
memory's a blank slate, particles are displaced
Gonna keep on running
Keep on running
Keep on running
Til my soul collides with you babe
Til my soul collides with you babe
And you think that's funny
Think that's funny
Think that's funny
All of your assumptions came true babe
All of your assumptions came true babe
IPR:
Now I finally see which direction that I'm stepping in
got a walkie-talkie and a plot that's thickening
discerning learning got me on some dissidence
most of these bitches they don't know the fuckin difference
she got me clearance yeah we're in here illegally
she's already described every branch of her family tree
most of these people think they already know me
but seagulls don't know what's going on in the sea
you drive me to toledo
in a rented el camino
got coltrane on an old eight-track
all bass and no treble
you always liked three on the tree
but i'm four on the floor
got more bad habits than i really want to keep score
Gonna keep on running
Keep on running
Keep on running
Til my soul collides with you babe
Til my soul collides with you babe
And you think that's funny
Think that's funny
Think that's funny
All of your assumptions came true babe
All of your assumptions came true babe
credits
from HomeBrew,
released March 5, 2014
Music written, arranged, and performed by Ian Pajer-Rogers
Lyrics written and performed by Ian Pajer-Rogers and Levitate
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