Eric Howl - You Already Know The Way To Brahma's House Lyrics
If you don't want to see, the evil wrathWho wants to be free? I found the pathMiss Clementine, peel back. Tell me do you feel thatSo bloody real, you think he's a hemopheliacTil there's peace in Iraq, carry beats on my backI left the street cracked open like I leaped ShaqVegetarian. I'm off the meat rack.No cesarian, I land on my feet flat.I'm on some Deepak Chopra with the deepPractice of full lotus don't notice somebody reactYou know that Bam' been, ramblin' scramblin'Left my ego in shambles n' the mandolinsPlay the way, that make you say I'm havin' a dam good dayPlay the way, that make you say I'm havin' a dam good dayIt's hard surrounded by so much dam decayJust make your ass wiggle like a mantorayIf you don't want to see, the evil wrathWho wants to be free? I found the pathPeeps up in my Labo' keep trying to collabo'But then the devil creeps out of my shadowLookin' like a black crow, painted by neanderthalsThis is for when your heart feels like it's hit by cannonballsYes I got it packin'Let's get this crackin'Like eggs of an ostrichYour legs are my hostageAttackin' and abusin'That shit is confusin'Immaculate illusions I'm enfusin' while you're boozin'Wakin up in the mornin'Cardinal on the boughsShe's dangerous. Kardinal OffishalListen as my poetry gargles in your mouthNever do I bow, sun sparkles on my browCome marvel in that now, pow, pow.My convex form rejects what governments avowHow these fake thugs got burgers in their mouth?They ain't even got the balls to slaughter their own cowsMartyr? No. Harder though, boneroo, hoy.This rhymer's good for your momma's but I'm a rude boyHuh! Ya boy swayin' like the hair on Troy PalomoloWhen I dive up in the void, make some noise what ya gonna doIf you don't want to see, the evil wrathWho wants to be free? I found the pathBeen to winter, got a splinter,Got one in my head.I looked down at my own body and it was deadNo wonder, I had to get the Wonder out my breadI wander, so somber as I conjure to get cred.I seen, our little kiddies been eatin' too many HandisnaksCandy's wack, that's why half our country's handicapped***** a grammy don't hand me these nambypamby rapsHold up jack. Put your dumb gun back in your fannypack.And send a fax to the Men in BlackI shred a ax to smitherines and split a scene,And then attack.I'm outta this world. In another dimensionTranscendin' the tension. Bam's an intervention.I smother your tension, like my mother's been benchin'500 pounds on each end of the barWhile my thunderpounds reach into the barReach into your car, into your earphonesI know you fear homes, 'cause our family's brokenWithout candidly jokin' this is my campfire stokin'If you don't want to see, the evil wrathWho wants to be free? I found the pathSimmer down. Simmer down.I was trained to be ADHD when the schoolbell rang,The schoolbell rangI take advantage of that, you're crazy lazyI make ya move that thang, move that thangNow I sit lotus and you just might notice thatThis whole world's bogus and I radiate chiWith my Buddha slang, my buddha slang.I was trained to be ADHD when the schoolbell rang,The schoolbell rangI take advantage of that, you're crazy lazyI make ya move that thang, move that thangNow I sit lotus and you just might notice thatThis whole world's bogus and I radiate chiWith my Buddha slang, my buddha slang.Aw aw aw.
