stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes Greyskull Track 3 from "Live From Hyde Park" by Scotch Eggs [Please bear in mind this was a freestyle, and only God knows what I really said that day. This is my best attempt to retrieve the lyrics.] Yo, hello, don't remind me as I... I open my encyclopedia I'm prepared to show speedy lessons to people; teach you for reading 800 words, 9,000,000 seconds; you're not prepared still rockets take off at NASA down at Cape Canaveral. In fact I had a carnival riding through to your school, local, otherwise people would joke with local representatives, state. Came in the cabinet, they tried to make it up fake with, like, papier mache masks. They mad, got masques with sand or, more like, paste, right in the face, just like M.A.S.K. vehicles. Flip, rip open up doors just like wings they were from the gull, of course. Skull I open up like Grey. Hey, my name is Adam; He-Man I have the power, in fact. Battle-Cat* behind me, backing my rap; it's fat! Everybody likes it, yes, in fact. Here come the strings like 'Phantom of the Opera'. Still stop ya heart with one grip -- like 'Dreamscape' -- through your rib-cage out of which I rip, and the serrated edge of your ribs, cut the shit open even more. Left it back in the open door; the oven, an'... Then your mother came in and checked the crack; opened just a bit. 200 degrees burnt her face. She had red stripes across her eyes. Like Sylvia Plath she was burned and caught in the aftermath of gas. It was like a splash around the local celebrity ass-crack path. Open up the war-path to see who comes in next: Nobody except these the door-mat they was used for. Their necks was stepped on and, in fact, corrected they spinal injuries; spinabifida -- (scream) -- I'ma' have to find a niftier way to rhyme but for right now this'll work. I--(fine!)--(garbled)..just like wet towels and shit. I show you why howls come from coyotes at midnight when I rock microphone talk; coming through speaker, freak you. You're real pissed-off; you wanna be as unique with your whole crew, but you aren't. A singular person couldn't rock this as purposefully as I have. Just like I was a continental philosopher, theocratic; coming through. Plutocratic is what you do. Do-o-o-o! * Busting this lyric, I also had in mind the idea of D.J. Battle-Cat (tho I dunno if s/he's any good.) stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes