Artist: MC Paul Barman Album: (((echo chamber))) Song: (((99.99999%))) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, MC Paul Barman [MC Paul Barman] For a perfect high five, keep your eye on the elbow Whether bro hug or handshake I never can tell, though You had me at (((hello~!))), "Jinx, you owe me a coke!" I said it first but my homie is broke "No I said it first, jerk," chill, it's only a joke I trace today's status back that the face tat I asked for a lace pattern and got a placemat Embrace the problem or it's a race to the bottom Grown man thinks he can own land A bone hand emerges from the stone sand Disturbed burial ground carry around spirits' silence, a scarier sound Update: guts to wait, cut bait? Stay put, gray soot, take a pay cut Each time I put my rhyme book away I'm struck with another line hook to say Fellas! If you invest in yourself and got a big breasted heifer blessed with good health dressed like The Help Say "OWWW!" (OWWW!) Say "OW! OW!" (OWWW!) Ladies! If you understand a better world's possible and wonder if man is the number one obstacle Say "HOOOO!" (HOOOO!) Say "HO! HO!" (HOOOO!) Animals! If you love global warming and pee on the ground until you see ovals forming Say "MOOOO!" (MOOOO!) Say "MOO! OINK!" (MOOOO!) Drugs! If you'll get me high just this one time and won't have me out committing gun crime Say "SOOOMETHING!" (SOOOMETHING!) Say, "SOMETHING! SOMETHING!) (...SOMETHING!) Bugs! If you're old school mesozoic Please go explain how you're stayin so stoic Say "BZZZZZ!" (BZZZZZ!) Say "BZZ! BZZ!" (BZZZZZZ!) Children! If you reject fake apologies and know it takes policy to save wrecked ecology Say "YEAH!" {*snoring*} Now SNORE! {*snoring*} Before you wake up, keep your eyes closed You can control your dreams, fly, get over highs lows Try prose even if you master rhymes If you stick to what you're good at, you won't last through time The person you like best don't always make the best friend When yes, you question their loyalty, spend less time with them Before you lament the lack of corner office Remember you're a former crawfish, by existing, you're accomplished The 99.99999% is too big to fail The game is rigged, throw the pigs in a jail Please don't call it a poetry jam or else I'ma have to go totally ham! The dude abides, a beautified smile despite feeling rude inside The true face surfaces like a magic eight, balls Word, it's us who controls our tragic fate, y'alls I swear to God, if err'body scared of oddity embraced death, they'd be spared the rod I'ma ask today to be as if tomorrow I could pass away Let me see what my artist mask has to say Get your dreams off life support Do some things to make your wife contort I love 'em mean 'n' tall and nice 'n' short I don't believe people are humbled by victory I believe people are humbled stumblin round liquor-free... mm-hmm 90% of showin up is slowin down I been round New York town since everyone I knew had a 212 number that you didn't have to dial While you construct your brand with a hot glue, gun Here I come to pave the way~! 'Til I'm a boss, must shave the gray My favorite phrase: don't give up I've seen a lot of stuff disappear and reappear 40 years old on Earth, but measure me in penis tears So right-brained, I might frame light out of sequence here Maybe if I balance it all out, it'll seem more clear If it's all the same to you, then let's look at it from the angel view I'ma do what I came to do, what I say comes true What do you know about pedestrian barriers? While you cry goodbye to equestrian carriers The crossed heart is a lost art Commit to your shit, give it a boss start The psylocibin style o' vibin The elephant in the room is the gaping chasm Shaking spasms, scraping bottom Only community can make things happen We must ourselves be living documents When the Constitution's dying at the stake There's tickets to the arc and it's icing on the cake When we set sail, piers be crying at the wake My got-up-and-went got a percent! So my get-up-and-go SPED UP THE FLOW! Some unsolicited advice Charge twice as much and you get as much to hug and kiss that give the kids goodnight It's a cryin shame, enter the lion's mane to the science game Backwards labcoat like a smock Grok: Fur trim, heard him? True fact: from new jack to legend in less than a billion seconds!