ALLAHU AKBAR

well well well

Countless styles to rip on 12000 miles of trip

Tobe take the wheel and wheels of steel
Some nights just don't feel for real

Printed page took a beating
Not a staged reading
Staved off the ancients
It's young age that's fleeting

Peel off paper, still same cannery's cans
Clamoring fans, cameras in hand, like I got mammary glands

Bless the mic til it genuflect
If whole crowd got hands up, then you wrecked

Another day, another tore down tabernacle
Bout to go pop, oh snap and king sized krackel

Can't see me like a rock in tall grass
Millennium records are all ass
I sign LPs tickets titties and hall passes
Wanna trace it as a tattoo? fine
You're a piece of work but you're not mine

Face it I'm the truth
Old ladies waste their lives then say, "Youth is wasted on the youth"
and, "I should have your hair"
Why? So I look like you?
All day at the salon just to turn out blue
like the toilet? Are you annoyed yet?
King me crown for down with vets pound for poids net
FLAVOR
You can taste it on the tongue
It's old folks' problems that's wasted on the young

Which came first? the chicken or egg?
Man made god. Ain't that a kick in the head?

Allahu akbar
Paul the new rock star

CASUAL-T

Teens loom between the stage and the green room
Girlfriend recommendin askin him out
For a first date maybe the asstomouth casting couch

Get down in the booth and pretend it's a crowd
where a futon's soundproofin

No such thing as a bit part
except for the chicken that hit the spit guard

Don't get me started
Flattered when carded
Happier when retarded
and I'm in hot pursuit
Got the boot from granny when not as cute

Take more shorts than a panty raid
A born rhymer can't be made

Emulsion got a green tint
You should see pregnant women try to screen print

I don't deal in headshots
unless they're suppressed photos of dead tots

MCs caught unawares thought shine I got was some of theirs
Put your ones in the airs
Not guns or funds, put up your pointer fingers
Even joiners, ringers from the Feds for the phrase-coiner/singer

I'll make the headliner go, "I can go on after that"
Laugh at rap
Okay's not good, it's half as wack
I'm a hermit crab in that I'll make your open mind my habitat
Depression F's up your appestat

All you in the back
Call on you to react
If you can't find the front
let me draw you a map

For all those who order sparkling water,
your world is darkening, prepare for mass slaughter

Was once a perky dude
At worst was rude
Work in the nude
Will merk for food

Case the joint
Every face on coins
bent backs way past their breaking point

Write rhymes on a marriage license
Rock France with laryngitis and no DJ
F what he say
in Montreal they put raunchy Paul on replay
The M C P A U L you thought you knew well
gets better every record in case you can't tell

Born alone, die alone, adopt, stop ribosome
work for a jerk, get ahead and provide a home

Back off before I tear track off reels and rhyme skin black off

I'm in a state of grace
A great many days ago he says, "He's tellin the truth, he kept a straight face"

THINK FOR YOURSELF

Some people lie and truth-tellers are wrong
I hand-spun the propeller and took off in this song
YAWN
It's too long to be honest
I make my top one list
Like US dominance I'm gone