Full Lyrics and Track Info for The Green Prototype, Vol. I (Fire Emerald)

Track Info

Green Prototype, Vol. I (FIRE EMERALD)

1. Trans World Express (ft. baddogsbite & Thainy Spyce)

2. Be Positive (B+)

3. Direct the Change

4. Middle East Lament

5. Travels to the East

6. China Interlude

7. On Lock

8. Hear Sincere

9. Sexplicit

10. You Can’t Destroy Me

11. Ethereal Connections

ALBUM CREDITS

01. Trans World Express (ft. Baddogsbite & Thainy Spyce)

(R. Acker, C. Chavez, D. Johnson, K. Spaulding)

02. Be Positive (B+)

(R. Acker, C. Chavez)

03. Direct the Change

(R. Acker, C. Chavez, M. Logan)

04. Middle East Lament

(R. Acker, C. Chavez)

05. Travels to the East

(R. Acker, C. Chavez)

06. China Interlude

(R. Acker, C. Chavez)

07. On Lock

(R. Acker, C. Chavez)

08. Hear Sincere

(R. Acker, C. Chavez, M. Jones)

09. Sexplicit

(R. Acker, C. Chavez)

10. You Can’t Destroy Me

(R. Acker, C. Chavez, E. Reece)

11. Ethereal Connections

(R. Acker, C. Chavez, M. Logan)

All Tracks (except 3, 8, 10) Produced and Mixed at the Sample Factory, Undisclosed, CO, USA by Sid Madrid (C. Chavez) for Tricloptics Media, LLC. Others produced by M. Logan, M. Jones, & E. Reece.

All Tracks Mastered at the Sample Factory, Undisclosed, CO, USA by Sid Madrid (C. Chavez) for Tricloptics Media, LLC.

All Lyrics Performed and Written by Solace Zeta (R. Acker) for NewType Music, LLC, except Trans World Express also written & performed by baddogsbite (D. Johnson) & Thainy Spyce (K. Spaulding).

Executive Producer: Solace Zeta / Produced By: Sid Madrid / Mixed and Mastered By: Sid Madrid

Album Design and Layout:

Product and Graphic Design: Solace Zeta / Original Art: Jon Graham

Full LYRICS

The Green Prototype, Vol. I (Fire Emerald) – Lyrics:

01. TRANS WORLD EXPRESS (ft. Baddogsbite & Thainy Spyce)

baddogsbite’s Verse:

Welcome to the express/get smacked in excess/jumping over hurdles but you still ain’t got the access/

Food for thought or was it bread(/bred) for your head/even if you under-analyze the words I said/

cause people trying to live, people dying to live, if it ain’t money or your time, you ain’t trying to give/

Save it with your Instagram posting BLM/they’re soldiers on the field and they close to the edge/

they living day-to-day everyway trying to make a hustle/they don’t give a fuck if they get caught up in a little trouble/

’cause survival is the utmost, paramount priority/this is real life at least for the majority/

this is why people saying mother fuck authority,/mother fuck the system, and mother fuck the conformity/

They got your people down on the ground, what would you do?/Need more evidence? You need to join a groove troop/

Fruit loop/you should probably go and pack a .22/tutu, a 9, or .45 to protect your life/

We on a wild ride, so it’s best to hold tight/AmeriKKKa, it’s goin’ live/

The bell goes off and the empire falls/entire pawns get slayed on the lawn/

Make way for change and kill the old ways, or there won’t be a field for you to level to play/

Digest the differences, if you think it’s intricate/take away the color of the skin and what the difference is?/

Ain’t shit, if you ask me, actually/it’s just the cruelty, and I can see the increase gradually/

Until the mindset that holds the pale face superior/is broken and choking, and pushed to exterior/

Planet’s always going to be in states of distress/but at least you got a ticket for the Trans Express…

CHORUS (Thainy Spyce) Sang:

[Trans World Express x4]

Solace Zeta’s Verse:

I reek of technique when I speak/

Weak sauce-unraveling/

Cross-traveling boarders with recorders/

Recruiting, scooping up supporters/

Across borders, barriers, & areas/

Uncontrolled powerful soul carriers/

Merrier the more scarier/

To reactionaries./

However, the practitions of the tactician varies/

From place to place & time to time/

Add grace to space & combine the shine of minds./

Where are you taking-me?/

What, are you making-me/

Believe what I receive/

Is consideration, not obliteration of what’s worthy-&-just/

Not giving it up for what’s forbidden to touch, curvy-&-plush/

Serve-me-&-just/obey is in no way/

What I’m trying or dying-to-say/

Took a look at Orion’s-display/

How long ‘til we touch-there/

What? Where?/

Get off your butt-care/

About the route of poverty & resources/

Logically I suggest the best recourse-is/

Caring & sharing while preparing those predisposed/

To distraction, manipulation, intimidation/

The dissatisfaction, & disruption of corruption,

caused-by an eruption or demonstration of law-abiding instigation/

Penetrating then-ends-it via deterioration, vengeance, destruction, obliteration/

Of our chains, the change hangs around-our-necks/

Tense & intense like the final rounder-gets/

Smicketity-smack/it hits like the past in history-class

Year for year, hear the tears on trails wail clickety-clack/

Sounds the unsavory-name of the slavery-train as it rounds the rickety-track/

All the excuses produces yikkety-yak/

I’m not caught up in the self-destruction that’s typically-whack/

My fingers like scissors go snippety-snap/

To the beat of my feet, tippety-tap/

As a rhyme author, all imposters lines of symmetry-lack/

Still I’m ill for behaving-spiritual, saving-people from the damn-world’s-distress/

Obsessed, I confess as a Buddha’s sutra tutors the rest on the Trans-Express/…

[CHORUS]

***

02. BE POSITIVE (B+) [Dedicated to Patty Lynn]

VERSE 1:

To my mom, headstrong, spawned me & my brother lifelong/

struggle puzzle correspond to our bond, interlocking pieces interwoven/

the leftovers distressed, obsessed, or caressed over as with a splinter-broken/

under-skin maybe wonder-when it blundered-in, pessimism is an encumbrance/

whereas optimism is an exuberance/

of life-force in reality, a nice-source of vitality plus an assurance/

even a deterrence, a defense against observance/

of policies toward giving-up, instead acknowledge living-what/

makes you fulfilled & content, it’s instilling-intent like refilling-a-blimp/

to soar, what’s more once-assured can cure, a pill-in-a-pinch/

sent to circumvent the gravest-ailments & made-this-prevail-at-length/

versus the greatest-assailments, even faceless-assailants/

it’s a cause-to-live/

that’s why if we can or would understand the good we should try & be positive…

HOOK:

[My hero reclines fed goo through a tube

BE POSITIVE we read from the tag as it bled through the bag

But no sad as we have said a lightening of mood

Is soon to be due & approved, what’s to lose brightening

Who knew what from hope’s seed grew we need you to

BE POSITIVE let’s reflect & connect with respect to-the

Good understood, times & memories cause awes, sublime synergy

Who knew-the possibility if you believe in the ability we need ya ta

BE POSITIVE…BE POSITIVE…BE POSITIVE]

VERSE 2:

Unparalleled excel when we dwell on the well & let it swell/

it tells and compels us forward toward awards & rewards/

removing the cords that bound us, soothing-wounds-&-sores/

improving in accord to what surrounds us, moving-blooms-in-store/

for you, not at the flower store but to empower more/

coming from-in-side the endurance of performance/

causes the dormant to rise active & rapid in reassurance/

bursting surfacing like lava thrusts through crusts/

how energy sprouts within, injury reroutes to systems/

online again, strong-signs of grins, go for a long-time & wins/

can accumulate faster than losses, ruminate on laughter’s causes/

or meditate like a master’s offices and faculties/

to expand your plans with the audacity to change the actualities./

An optimist/unlocks the knots & padlocks that got you deadlocked like a locksmith/

It’s a cause-to-live/

That’s why if we can or would understand the good we should try & be positive…

[HOOK]

***

03. DIRECT THE CHANGE

Verse 1:

Precarious or hilarious these various trepidations and tribulations/

vicarious against the nefarious although gregarious, these devastating situations/

force us to get the omnibus, but we’re calm-&-just senseless/

adjusting to our world combusting, we wait & demonstrate our defenselessness/

the veracity of our incapacity, blinking while thinking ‘who’ll save us?’ they enslave us/

repeated processes (seize) laying defeated in seas of feces, shit-covered, not one bit-discovered/

the luminescence-internal, at its essence-primordial, convalescence-cordial, this presence-infernal/

to figures hell-bent to deliver, sent non-compassion for a cash-in, laughing/

to the bank, narcissistic & hedonistic, hearts-sadistic, as we they feed on, chauvinistic,

and gluttonous, a deep cut-in-us, I’ve had enough of stuff, have us up in cuffs just for huff & puff/

so rough I toughened up, can’t stop-me with lock-&-key, wrecked the chains/

being who you need-me-to so I’m freeing-you to/too, direct the change…

CHORUS:

[Direct the Change x4

You’ve gotta wreck the chains to direct the change x4

Direct the Change x8]

Verse 2:

Acting the role of droll nonchalant commandant, but subtracting the toll in full/

on first response or as circumstances warrant/

I announce they count on your complacency, & denounce what amounts to your lack of agency/

foulest of styles so flagrantly committing acts of vagrancy & knavery so occasionally/

referencing history, stories of the glories of masses overthrowing predatory feudatory systems for democracy/

fact-watch-me hatch-plots in oratory with authority, no more crackpot-crockery & hypocrisy/

I’m so-tired I glow-wired electric when I connect-it, lights-flicker/

slight-shivers alike-quivers involuntarily, the type-delivered temporarily/

generated-powers that penetrated-cowards for a few-hours so they grew-sour/

enough, it erupts into creative contributions instead of a sedative’s solutions/

positive transfusion for a cause-to-live: Revolution. Methodical through means that’s logical/

and peaceful, yet radical, bold & compatible, apologies colleagues, I’m fresh off sabbatical/

set to reign with you, respecting the same (true), correcting what’s lame all while directed the change…(whew)

[CHORUS]

***

04. MIDDLE EAST LAMENT

Verse 1:

Planes crashing/buildings collapsing/people panic-stricken/traumatic-affliction/automatic-depiction/thickens the impact from the attacks/shockwaves let-go & echo through the walkways/corner-stores & corridors/meanwhile a scheming demon’s reasoning behind closed-doors/in breaths-the-same deaths’re-framed to the administration’s purposes/worthless-as/citizens but perfect as victims/next congress is on their haunches, thus Bush launches a push for cooperation/and Operation Anaconda as planned lands in Afghanistan/used a confused nation for exploitation/it wasn’t-seen/as viable or even justifiable but that doesn’t-mean/it was undesirable to require-whole/regions to be subjugated/so again, war was initiated… [INTERLUDE]

Verse 2:

So now tanks’re rolling-in, we’re strolling-in/like we own the place/we’ve shown the face/of greed in a disgrace-/-ful manner/witness the distasteful-hammer/pound-humans into submission/found-confusion in our Mission/like Vietnam is going-on/Bush responds by censoring photographic-evidence/envision the prison becoming a pornographic-residence. /Subjugated. Humiliated: Liberators becoming Oppressors/grievous, devious/’cause it’s led by instigators ’stead of professors/shamefully, acting like the lesser/of two evils, it’s all the same-to-me/came-to-be a tragedy in history/it’d have-to-be the latest perpetuation of a mystery/why must we feed a need for more misery/burning headless chickens running around like rotisserie/in flames, no gains can be made when enslaved/by a devil/wasn’t authorized to apologize but must ’cause that’s just my level… [INTERLUDE]

Verse 3:

Being frank, tanks, helicopters, we’re author-/-ized to euthanize any threats to the objective/sponsored by Halliburton, not certain yet to be selected/but will assuredly, preferably, be called into practice/Blackwater is the smack-talker/our acts?-Slaughter. Smarter-to-bill, harder-to-kill than cactus/our tactics? Ruthless as producers who’re seducers of actresses on mattresses: matchless/in fact-it’s like Galactus/as if Atlas needed-to-shrug, bleeded-love outta arteries/there’s no movements for improvements because we’re dark-as-these/shadows in battles won’t run-yet/stretch, catch shut-eye but-by sunset/none-bet on tomorrow, a sorrow is withering-the-souls/quivering-bowels near-to-me, hear-&-see the howls & scowls-on scallions, delivering-controls/to the unspeakable/needful repentance by the sentence no indifference, guess why the technique-is-gold? /We got Iraq in a sleeper-hold…

***

05. TRAVELS TO THE EAST

Across the

ocean’s-pacific/

Going through

emotions-prolific/

Revoking the simplistic/

mind open-terrific/

Motions-specific/

scopin’ the mystic/

I’ve bedridden-malices/

Did-it-as I visited

forbidden-palaces/

Done-exciting,

from-writings

been-given-calluses/

When I envision-analysis/

Show a-hidden-paralysis/

At the-arisen-chalices/

Prow of the fortress/

saw Mao’s portraits/

Disavow the corporate/

that now contorts-it/

I’m wowed fortunate/

That my abilities

are not disproportionate/

to my activities.

In Beijing where I’m staying

at CNU I’d be seeing-you/

Raising my potential is essential,

ga-zing while I’m pra-ying

feeling free-&-new/

By being-true to me-&-you/

So I told the judges

lay the gavels-at-peace/

And start to embark

on travels-to-the-East…

HOOK:

[Inviting a gaggle to the feast/)(on the beats)(

All the rabble in the streets/)(a speaker entreats)(

Uprising unravels the beasts/)(that’ll teach)(

The unknown shown in poems/)(bout travels to the East)(…] x2

At the Lama-Temple/

I’m on-the-mental/

Where-I-begin

pursuing-the-unknown-so/

There-I-am

doing-Gongyo/

Surveying-Buddhist-

relics-entreating/

Conveying-the-truest-

well-picked-teachings/

Spraying-new-twists

-&-smells-mixed-seeping/

Making the vacant

fragrant/

Scents of incense

dispenses sandalwood/

And on panels

candles-stood/

Shimmering,

glimmering/

Emergence under gold

-painted-stupas/

Merchants-sold-

tainted-Buddhas/

Convergence as I bold-

ly told-acquainted-Sutras/

To deities, conceivably/

I can say-for-certain

laypersons/

Are aware there’s

donation-quotas/

For invocation-bestowals

near pagodas/

A Lama-priest

holds a-cell-phone/

I don’t believe-it,

thought he’d leave-it

the-hell-alone/

But I calm-the-beast/

Aroused, because I refuse

to house or espouse

wrong-beliefs/

My mouth’s voice

does the Buddha’s-work/

And now here’s how

I conclude-the-work/

Without insight they might

accuse,

“This dude’s-berserk”/

But my aptitude-to-convert/

Came from my search

across the Earth/

As I dabble-in-the-peace/

From my travels-to-the-East…

[HOOK]

Greet-splendors/

street-vendors/

treat meat-tender/

and sell neat-blends-of/

Scorpion-skewers

still-squirmin’g/

Hear my story-

&-wrongdoers feel-uncertain/

About the historian-

schooler’s real-sermon/

Ignore-me-

& viewers will-determine/

Themselves

the stank of rank

sewers that could

kill-vermin/

It’s a funny-feeling,

that passes by nostrils-amiss/

In this metropolis

with an over 20-million

populace/

Yet this country’s-appealing,

for my inheritors

I rhyme-these/

Lines.-Please take a

long-view at Han-Zi,

the characters in Chinese/

The Pinyin-helps/

I can envision the

dominion’s-wealth/

And see the minions-felt/

despite opinions-helt/

To opposite-effects,

-stow-it/

they got lots-to-get-yet-

&-know-it/

Get-this-&-ride

the bona-fide public-transits/

To witness-in-stride

how the rustic-transmits/

To modern. A thought-earned

through prolonged-contemplation/

My long-conversation

is this song’s-invitation/

to those

And other-guys

who never been-there/

And otherwise

would never transcend-their/

Circumstances.

Made too afraid

& then-scared/

To make uncertain-advances/

They’re just

hurting-their-chances/

at succeeding/

Like those folks

who don’t devote

time to reading/

The deep-stuff/

so they may leap-up/

Outta nasty-fates/

to a more classy-place/

Until at last-we-great/

whoever has the audacity-to-hate/

I shall gladly-debate/

as I even battled-priests/

Who understood-

awestruck by my

good-conduct

in my travels-East…

[HOOK]

***

06. CHINA INTERLUDE

[Interlude]

[Instrumental]

***

07. ON LOCK (Liberated)

Verse 1:

To my man, Jalen-imprisoned/

Never failing-my-mission/

I’m bewailing-mentions/

Of you frail-&-entrenched-in/

The prison-system/

Mailing-editions/

Of my scribes I get live

Assailing-henchman/

The ailing-linchpins/

I tore-down while I bore-down/

On the curtailing-intentions/

Hailing-divisions/

I lead-‘em

With prevailing-decisions/

I feed-‘em

Regaling-visions/

Of freedom

And better-lives/

Greater or lesser,

Raise a successor

& whoever never-dies/

Who-din’t wonder-damn

Or why at the thunder-slam,

My movement forever-survives/

Prefer to use words & vibes/

To describe what lies/

In my insides. It’s wise/

Like Nichiren

And the Opening of the Eyes/

Teaching-men & women

Noticing-the-rise/

Of sunlight as it runs-right

Between oceans-&-skies/

The notion’s-devised.

It comes-tight/

As the bonds of karma/

Respond to the honor/

That corresponds to the dharma…

CHORUS:

[My homie’s-imprisoned/

It’s the loneliest-vision/

I can imagine happening/

Though it’s terribly-wrong/

I got to carry-on/

It’s the ultimate-crime/

Not to cultivate-the-mind/

So continue the fantastic-search/

And I’ll send-you classic-works/

When you get out/

You know what it’s about/

Recap on old times & re-tap gold-mines /

We’ll feel invigorated once you’re liberated]…

We gain momentum & motivation/

Redemption & concentration/

Through disciplined meditation/

Penetrating the three-existences/

Transmigrating with differences and limits/

Demonstrating to a degree-infinite/

And vast as life’s potential/

It lasts by rights-continual/

From a flash of satellites,-menial/

Tasks to what ignites-quintessential/

Seeking for seminal symbols of the existential/

If grasped this might’s-transcendental,/

Mashed & spliced-multidimensional/

Our evanescent essence casts lights-perennial/

Like signals emitted by siren sentinels/

At both minimal & integral intervals/

As though to intermittent, intimate instrumentals/

Performed by warm & sentimental minstrels/

For certainty eternity urgently permeates/

In a journey that currently & enduringly dissipates/

But the universal-interface/

As a personal-inner-space/

Or a virtual-center-place/

Is as suitable or versatile-as-winter-flakes/

Or as beautiful as encircled-ember-lakes/

It’s completely mesmerizing,

Sweet, and appetizing,

Like fertile-vineyard-grapes/

On purple-dinner-plates/

These delicious dishes/

Of nourishing-wisdom/

Flourishing by ten-tons/

From encouraging friends-some/

We all win,-one…

CHORUS:

[My homie’s-imprisoned/

It’s the loneliest-vision/

I can imagine happening/

Though it’s terribly-wrong/

I got to carry-on/

It’s the ultimate-crime/

Not to cultivate-the-mind/

So continue the fantastic-search/

And I’ll send-you classic-works/

When you get out/

You know what it’s about/

Keep doing shows & go around the globe/

We’ll all be exhilarated when you’re liberated]…

***

08. HEAR SINCERE

Verse 1:

Such shapeless greatness/

Clutch life’s continuous stimulus, endless/

Now, so much stronger, I no longer grimace/

To diminish the blemish/

Of bad-behavior with mad-flavor,

I get so sweaty so let-me finish/

My premise of penance/

For past crimes in previous lifetimes,/

All the nasty-karma/

Please pass-me or ask-me the honor/

To both transmit & receive good karma like a transponder/

Man-wanders ‘til the land’s-conquered/

But how much longer ‘til we ban-monsters/

And demand-sponsors/

Partial to artful humanity/

How the heart is unstoppable, part & parcel, articles of sanity/

An assembly toward infinity-&-oneness/

Mentally we can’t afford to reward enmity-&-numbness/

To others, especially all our sisters & brothers/

All mixtures of skin colors/

Within it begins the uh-lore/

I mean allure, I’m sure it’s pure/

Like newborn babies, supernovas, & fresh-rain/

May-be uber-novella, kinda sci-fi but ask me why-guy? ‘Cause the quest-remains/

[INTERLUDE]

Verse 2:

Yes,-it’s-strange/at first if I assert countless times I underwent death-&-birth/

And yet-it’s-worth/real-consideration/

Feel,-does-it-fit-in-your-situation?/

What will you make different in these circumstances, or on-this-occasion?/

Let me wink-at-you, think-it-through, honest-persuasion/

May I convey & inspire-us to aspire-thus tireless toward a dauntless-amelioration/

Our system-of-mentality is encouraging the merging of wisdom-&-reality, conscious-extrapolation/

If you believe, please go continuously be-yond-this-equation/

Of life & existence convergin’/

For me it used to be unnervin’/

But now I understand why it’s the people as my equals I’m servin’/

It’s not a question of who’s deservin’ as a person/

It’s about who’s emergin’/

To shoulder the weight of Earth’s sufferings/

We can’t let hope deflate like a balloon rupturing./

A new era with all of you, I’m ushering/

And view who’s really true-to-this-as a Buddhist-is with all the courage we’re mustering/

So let’s be acknowledging the polishing from how our luster-blings/

Entrust-your-dreams, to us-pure lion-kings/

Can you hear sincere the profound sound from when I cry-&-sing?/

***

09. SEXPLICIT

CHORUS:

[On the microphone showin’ the moans I elicit/

Nothing can inhibit the exhibit when I depict-it/

My finesse-simplistic, nevertheless-exquisite/

To entwine-ya vagina the one minor prerequisite/

Is to give me your body & let me mess-wit-it/

Or you can catch the next-visit/on the sexplicit/]

Verse 1:

I appeared-surprised/

First she had tears-in-eyes/

Then her plump-marks pressed my chest/

Our hearts thump-hard & jump-start the caress/

Of lips as she kisses & embraces-me/

So intense by now convinced it wasn’t coincidence or make-believe/I graciously/

Sprung & pulled-her-in/

Our tongues smoldering/

I hold-her-&/

She whispers she wants to show how much she loves-me/

Begins to touch & rub-me/

I can hear our mouths-crackle as she power-tackles like rugby/& shoves-me/

Suddenly & gets snuggly above-me/all cuddly. Subtly/

Shows off as the clothes go off with a slice of her knife, ruggedly/

Dazzled & saddled-me casually/

The thong, she unsecured-it/

but the skirt she preserved-it/

Knew I preferred-it/

Dick sticking out like minerals-weather-unearthed/

Put our genitals-together-&-converged-it/once inserted/

She emerged-wit/confidence, asserted/dominance & worked-it/

My sword saliva kissed as her sheath slurped-it/& jerked-it/

The tearing was endearing suffice-that she liked-it even when it hurted/

Caressing her delicatessens until her intestines squirmed/

As my dick surged-thick/one could see-some precum purged-quick/

Just moments-before-nutting, showing-more-pour-gushing & then she squirted/

Greasily, squeezed-me, queasy & sang you released-me like a bird chirped-it/

As she splashed-out, passed-out flat on her perk-tits/charmed in my arms, perfect…

[CHORUS]

[On the microphone showin’ the moans I elicit/

Nothing can inhibit the exhibit when I depict-it/

My finesse-simplistic, nevertheless-exquisite/

To entwine-ya vagina the one minor prerequisite/

Is to give me your body & let me mess-wit-it/

Or you can catch the next-visit/on the sexplicit/]

Verse 2:

I was invited-in/might-a-been decided-then/

She had the minerals and vitamins/

Irons & the niacin/plus the slighted-grin/

Dental credentials & dimples like origami

My salami, she knew where ta hide-it-in/

All she could think about was ritding-him/

Once she realized the size a my leviathan/

Eyed-it-&/supplied-the-skin/lip to lip-service/

Seducing-the-chick, loosening-her-tits, we don’t get one bit-nervous/

The scene you’d call-a-dream-delight, picture-us/on Halloween-night,

Me, fucking-this, succubus/

Costume’s-intact, off-zooms-the-clasp from snatch while I’m rubbing-clit/

My power’s-awesome-stroking & touching-hips/

Made her flower-blossom-open by sucking-lips/

Til they drip vagina-spit, getting kinda-slick shoving-this/

Tongue-in. From my plunging she’s quickly succumbing/

Her salivating pussy’s-drooling/

Anticipating the gushy-dueling/

So I spun the young-lady 180 like a bar-stool-&/

Adjusted-& thrusted my hard-tool-in-/

-side-& with my-size/ of girth being-major, I was seeing-made-her

Tits sit perched in the high-rise/window-glass/

Hearing trembled-gasps/as our genitals-smash/

Like a cymbal-crash/

Making it all runny like eggs down her legs was the simple-task/

& by then things got eventful-fast/

I was well-up-in the eruption that was enveloping my nimble-shaft/

She squirmed like a worm on a hook & shook from the orgasm spasms in a fitful-blast/

Then squirted like a super-soaker/all over the uber-sofa/

Next she was giving reckless-head/

I thought I was just giving her a pearl necklace-instead/

She swallowed & in the morning followed with breakfast-in-bed/

[CHORUS]

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10. YOU CAN’T DESTROY ME

HOOK:

[You can’t destroy me/ you can’t destroy me

You aren’t capable, I’m in-irradicatable/ yeah

You can’t destroy me/ you can’t destroy me

It’s not debatable, don’t doubt-none the outcome’s inescapable/ so

You can’t destroy me/ you can’t destroy me

Law, conservation of mass, confirmation I last/ alas

You can’t destroy me/ you can’t destroy me

Don’t wonder-slow, focus like you in hypnosis while I undergo apotheosis/ cause

You can’t destroy me/ you can’t destroy me]

Verse:

You can’t destroy-me/

Be my-guest but I-suggest you employ-me or enjoy-me/

You can hate-it when I demonstrate-it & create-it like synthetics/

Doubters pathetic, yet I don’t sweat-it/

Leave those nude & exposed, naked, with no clothes,

cause I can make-shit move & explode like psychokinetics/

With my mind & rhymes prophetic/sounding futuristic & copasetic/

Shoot-for-mystic, decades-later grades-greater, major,

how I’m binging-beers to engineer like genetics/

Haters do me favors when they savor the flavor of antiseptics/

In much-amounts, as such-accounts for their sterility in lacking ability

to produce, oops, *laughing,* it’s a gas like anesthetics/

Sorry beg pardon for my jargon, don’t mean to seem

sardon-ic or laconic on the chronic, yet it’s confirmed in terms of aesthetics/

My indispensable-attraction to sensible-satisfaction

is to an order that borders on electromagnetics/

So turned-on when I learn-long & yearn-strong

as recorder & supporter of hoi polloi-see/

Even using a faulty teleporter transporter to deploy-me/

In a place to make me erase in zero space, it’s just a waste to annoy-me/

As a result by default I’ll cunningly-exact-mire so it suddenly-backfires, my joy-spree/

causing technical-failures to mechanical-scalars, next you’ll find, left for death in a bind, even at will you still can’t destroy-me…/

[HOOK]

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11. Ethereal Connections (Sonnet)

(Dedicated to Patty Lynn)

Like a complete moon beaming in the dead of night

Or splashing watercolors and pastels heralding dawn’s first light

Mother’s love a sight surpassing when fireworks ignite,

Explosions exceeding and lingering beautiful and bright

As supernovas flooding and drifting in all potential directions;

Birthing new worlds of possibilities, blazing stars at heart reflections

Of solar systems and human anatomy, all atoms inextricable,

As objects and shadows inseparable, links always applicable.

Ancients say apples fall not far from trees, yet I prefer saying

The mother lives on inside her children, so as not to be betraying,

But repaying the cycle beginning with their conception, safely staying

Warm like beavers in dams, or kangaroos in pouches baying;

Your faithful child carries on legacies you diligently produced,

Our interstellar ethereal connections evolving never diminished nor reduced.

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