Ping Pong - Antipop Consortium

watch the ball

watch the way i climb around your hall

walkin up walls

sideways then i stall

throw the web on you all

back up with a u-haul

wreck your rep like eddie on an la strip with rupaul

yeah you got the gall

a bitch in a shawl rockin the mall

poppin pussy knockin

he’s on brawl talkin about

he got a crazy benz

poutin, fussin every second

where’s the atm’s

when you peep at my shit it’s like a wavy lens

don’t secondary y’all

do what i bake for the fate

two shakes of scary spice and i’m off with the cake

on a rack for the track

let it cool off, then bleah

your whole crew want a snack after they nap

runnin up on me

but i told y’all kids

that’s for the company

my symphonic monopoly

philosophy sloppily

etchin notes awkwardly

quarter to three

glass amp with a gas lamp

white wig slang wolfgang

english chamber orchestratin a deadly banger

cliffhanger

the stranger with anger

prospect park the strangler

you couldn’t catch me in the swamps

with six navigators, alligators, maps and calibrators

yo priest throw the shit that keeps em on their toes like ballerinas

it’s the return

it’s the return to the prime time

that’s your debt

you get pet

expect to set epithets

epiliptic elipses

my thought eclipses

lapses in your fractal jelly jar

czar dictator

often immitated and hated by many

judge me by my flows

judge me by my foes

enclosed foes

judge me by the fact on a track

i reenact a fact that is only known

in an intimate zone with a mic home at night

tight poems, i’m known to write triflin poems

on homes of grown kids with blown wigs

they live in crypts and sleep under stairs on chairs

three cheers, hp lives like plants

get your dance on, put your fake eyes on

try on krylon

my songs sing about the freedom of my people

new balance sneaker fever

thunder reciever

on to the three is hp

it’s the return