Spuki Lyrics by Mason Lucas

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We flow for the show
No time to hold the phone
Of the chrome flipping domes
With nothing but the chromosomes
Well known won our merits in the terrordrome
When we recite it we'll be rhyming on a ribosome
The seed was sown but it was only a loan
You've got to share it with your parents so they can grow their own
They're flipping bundles to the hundreds in the thunderdome
I cruise to Colorado show my love to the summit home
With the reggae rhythm and we with them with the mellow tone
Pianos for sopranos with the altos and the baritones
Still it is revealed that it appeals to the skeleton
Accumulate and ruminate our super numerated bones
Windshield wipers in the rain maintain the metronome
My mind is my kingdom and my apartment is my second home
The television news never soothes it's a parrot show
They terrorize and advertise a pack of lies they brew for you
I've got the positive phenomenon I let it rock
And the vibrational sensation of the one drop
My tactics are dramatic so I'm known to hit the tip top
Transcend the land's end and run through the sun spots
Islands in the sky have their eyes on the cosmonauts
Cause a lot of love on the path of the astronauts
Reenter the atmosphere your appearance is a pleasant shock
We're mastering our karma so the dharma is a rock hop
Singing with our eyes closed to Taos and Monadnock
Beauty and respect are the best of the cash crop
You can relax and know that never will the track stop
Lyrical mastery for phylacteries that grass-hop
My whole crew used to live down by the back lot
Rent was mad cheap but I thought I was going to get my back shot
Reflections on directions of the past made me laugh a lot
But now I'm living fully in the love as my backdrop

If you need to believe in something maybe this will give you hope enough
The choice is yours I'll give you some more of the invisible tickets of the continual love

This is the rhythm that incinerates paper
Giving credit due to writers and arrangers
Inventive like Samuel Clements' mysterious stranger
An angel turning pages born forlorn in a manger
I've got the Mark Twain refrain and a laser
My anima's got stamina you can't contain her
It was explained to me by druids and rangers
Who told me that if I didn't get it now I'd get it later
Flossing with the boss as we cross the equator
You can direct all correspondence to a personal savior
If you're walking with the talkative on edges of razors
Castaneda made the cut ripping up the cross fader
Bass driven music for the movers and the shakers
I'm on maneuvers just to be a mediator
Whether you're a sailor of the stars of meditator
Felling love and gratitude is my human nature

If you need to believe in something maybe this will give you hope enough
The choice is yours I'll give you some more of the invisible tickets of the continual love

I'm not a gangster rapper or an emo-scenester after
Demons on the scene are spitting whack and then they're choking up
Another season writing poems up on the mountain top
I had to take a breather and a sip from my tea cup
Country to the suburbs to the city's not the last stop
Looking back and laughing at the path I must be growing up
Bar-girls are throwing up finally hung their phones up
Lyrics keep on burning and I'm looking at the notebook
That's when I hit you with one more dope hook
So you can rise above the cries that you're so shook
And peel away the layers of illusion and go look
At the journey through this world that you're soul took

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