MC Paul Barman Follow

Say Ho! if you’re a rasta alfredo
And make dreads in your head from eggs, peanut butter or play dough
Holler back if you love the dollar rack
Cause the vacuum packed dollar’s wack
Break bones take up breath and cold press flesh like a stethoscope
With no big thrill for the death of hope
But you asked for it, spit a classic in the casket
The flask hit the violin sheath: hope won’t nope
The smile and teeth, a cure the born
But more is preferred to mourn
Twisted by murder porn - a word to warn
Your fears are destined to manifest
Whether you coast or plan the best
Amethyst amulets I am obsessed
Let your camera rest and have an unmediated experience for once

You search for your voice cause you don’t hear what you say
If you gotta do something then do it today
Jewels spray out my eyes and my hands
The front row faints, there’s surprise in the stands
Gems fly out the sand and the rainboaconstrictor can spy where they land
Achievement depends on the size of the plan
Mines is limited to the frogs that ribbited
Timid as the guys in the band
I’m too original to be pigeon holed, a wizened old man
Put one fist in the air like you’re punching a mobile
No ceiling to your feeling can’t see it’s so real
The pedals are mental - envision the bike path
My psyche is Nike, you likey my mic math
My passion is action, can latch on silicone kill a clone imagine
If cuts spill a poem there’s hope for the future
Suture, cauterize, what lying eyes water as the daughter dies
But I came to resurrect
Not like she never left, but with newfound respect for the presence of her essence
I choose to reflect
Circumspect people tread lightly
When they travel they just sightsee
Make yourself known
No one was exempt when I said what I meant
Only copy the spirit in which to invent
Give up giving up for lent
Just cause you fear a jewel don’t make you unspiritual
Here at school we know that denial though a viral spiral is a part of survival
I will write the nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-new bible
Eyeball measurement, guesstimate destined fate
What you’d expect, me not to expectorate?
My soul’s all of space, each rhyme is a cloudburst
Move crowds first physically those who disagree wowed worst
Pure say ow the moth owl bowed to the earths