the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground./ Why
 do they love it so?/Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward
 breezes  / And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts  / Absorbs sweet
 Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into/ Deep
 dark  space around Taurus  / And the Mormons can't explain the stars
 reflectin' in her corneas. / It makes they hearts beat hard against they
 corsets which / Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and--/ Who was
 it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit? / She had to forfeit
 little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.
 / Privately, we recorded her, / Intimately, yes! We courted her with-- /
 "Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my--/
 Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely, / We will explore your
 inquisitive tendencies; / The intrinsic and the explicit, / We won't
 inhibit any of your inquiry, / But first the fire must be met then quenched
 by you candidly and randomly venting any / Thoughts, memories, anything! /
 It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!" / So we
 left gravity, / Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then, /
 Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts, / And then
 I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,/
 Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a
 thickened band of taffy, / Assuming every length and shape imaginable, /
 Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,
 / But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly, /
 I shot out like a javelin after her screams, / First matching her speed,
 then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her, / But the web I
 spun had not strengthened yet, / And the momentum sent them stretching
 through my intentions,
 And I popped! / Dolly lost. . . . . . . / And Lorraine. . . . . .. /
 Plopped back down into her bedroom, / And coughed/

 LATEEF: Born / the correlation / relation shapin' / the forms / are takin'
 their stations
 warned / we're warmed / the verbal intercourse / and mind fornication / is
 on, whine, design is tight, / corn burn more than blunts / or oil at
 midnight / the clock turns, as it often does / fight it with all ya might
 scrub / ya learn more if ya listen / timing is more than tic-toc-tickin' /
 rippin's a mission so come equipped / but not with remote clickin's or
 clips / in the nine / ya mind / is fine / with me / brother / ya chickens,
 you caint rhyme / and punks react violently / but bad men respond silently
 / later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely /
 privately / commenting on society / modestly, / honestly, / asking why
 fools even try it / when they're undeniably / and obviously, / undoubtedly,
 / decidedly, / wack / I strech out and expand / in 3-D like / galaxies
 establishing terrestrial contact, like / roll up the windows, crank the
 heat, relax recline the seat, / and thank Lateef, / take two and pass, /
 give it a little gas and ask / "What's the riddle mean?" / Fantastic / G
 E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted
 / synchopated audiosyncratic madness / concentrated / focused / on the
 rabbit / like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine / armed with claws
 that bring murderous tragedies / to even human beings burdened with
 feelings of sadness / ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest /
 sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em / before that /
 I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action / in sound clashes / bastard I'm
 the fastest / quick draw / like: western classics / BIG JAW, voice cuts
 like a saw / sprinkling you like Magic / as the cataclysm hits / like SMACK
 / vocabic havoc cracks / your sternum, spine, and scapula / spectacularly /
 propelling you backwards over the edge / of the track

 LYRICS BORN: Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple, / You
 will notice from your new knowledge experience, / That the distance from
 the crust to the mantle to the core, / Is much greater than previous
 measurements, / And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a
 myriad of new findings, / Different from the supposed truths, / The ample
 evidence we presented, / It complemented our argument that "everything is
 impermanent". / Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element
 has suggested is legitimate, / And finally, as a reminder, / The precious
 metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment, /Cannot
 compare to the infinite introspective splendor, / Represented by the
 treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center, / Incentive
 isn't it? LATEEF: yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes, / You're dealing
 with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh, / You wan test surely ya jest,
 look, lets just get / one thing correct before ya step focus on breath,
 breath, breath, / one rep, / breath, breath, breath, / select yet another
 set of styles? Yup, yup, yep, / each one as hard as erections I got to
 flex, flex, flex, / for project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex,
 / while you're caught up, / thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex, / and more
 flesh, flesh, flesh, / robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness /
 most of these rappers are talking shit out of the side of they neck / what
 the heck? / It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less,
 and less / and lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press, / you gotta do
 it yourself / quiet as kept, kept, kept, / if my work is respected I
 collect checks, checks, checks, / they cain't all bounce and if they do I
 got an ounce at the rest / so I aint stressin' off that bullshit. / LYRICS
 B: 'Cuz I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard? / I've
 authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred, / And
 I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone, / I kicked the devil in his
 neck without my rosary on. LATEEF: and I checked out the vampire's nest /
 sans garlic, dissed his harlots, then without the crucifix / plunged the
 wooden stake deep inside his chest / Pinned him! / thrashing around in the
 bottom of his sarcophagus / writhing around / till the only thing left, /
 were little scraps of nothingness / those scattered all about infinity LB:
 All different shapes and sizes going wherever / LATEEF: But all of one
 entity / LYRICS BORN: That I had brought together for my pleasure / Watch
 this now, /

 ---SIDE BY SIDE AGAIN (TO THE ENDING)
 LATEEF: As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation /
 but you fuck 'round with this and you'll get aten.
 LYRICS BORN; Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons
 rendered from a rusty Ford fender, /

 LYRICS BORN You get your steak and eggs, / Your Caesar vinaigrette, /
 Savor your cigarette, / 'Cuz I'ma tape your lips, / Become my marionette,
 / You curtsy, pirouette, / And when my blade caresses, / I scrape my
 bayonet, / You lose your favorite legs, / I love that fragrance, / Playful
 Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous, / You slaying La-Tyrx? / You're
 driving majorettes, / Over some acreage.

 LATEEF: You gettin laid to rest / ain't slayin' Latyrx / you gettin laid to
 rest / over the Sunset's edge