Two Notes - DJ Shadow, Barny Fletcher

My charisma this evening be knee deep in the ceiling

I’ll rip you apart but leave eyes, yeah the jeans that you be in

I’m a seasonal demon, I check w-w-w-weight

Cleaning my plates 'til they glisten

Lick 'em in sideway figures of eight

Cause I’mma light years ahead, like yeah, you dead

I’m glad you made it for the saturated flow though

And that’s a great approach but for the main show

I’m tryna' make it so my domain is just unobtainable

My contacts will cataract your gang of rats

I’m Hades in HD spit out the Adderall

I see flames and red, I’m AMC the talking dead

Halo hangs on my rack of hats, shotgun stays in the cabinet, whoa

You’re kinda funny

Acting clueless like Monsanto do bout, poisoning tummies

Already poison in me from eating hoisin and kimchi

I stare into the void and say 'oh boy I don’t got it in me'

You so damn obvious

I catch thieves in my sleep and might start messing with mafias

It’s not that I am confident, just not afraid of the consequence

Not afraid of the critics, I ape, I mock all you mimics, listen

'Caw' the call of the crows, they follow me where I go

They help me remember faces and sing for me at my shows

I don’t, don’t catch bodies no, I catch hotties though

In a lobby in Wyoming with Arapahos

New semester, classroom 3

I want you sat next to me

I don’t wanna another year of loving someone who don’t even know of my

existence you know how to make an entrance

Why not shine on me?

Or maybe you could try at least?

'Cause you fly as bees

We could climb on trees

Whole lotta little stories circulating from the lips

Tryna' give a chapstick, for getting on with my shit

A rebel without a pause, a snooze, without a quit

I bring the noise, they turn it up to a level more adequate

My dentist said «Are you here for the sedatives?»

«Nah I came for the crown, cos it’s sensitive»

I lean back, breathe in, and west I drift

Wake up with gold in my mouth and an apprenticeship

Before I start, I hope I haven’t bitten more than I chew

But that’s the cold fact and it really rings true

We leave rooted makers nameless yet make stupid fakers famous

'We like watching them, they do the stupid shit, we won’t do!'

Mayday mayday

I’m a psychic on the run

Mayday mayday you in trouble

May daisy chains guard your bubble

May crazy rains bestow you

May hungry flames singe your stubble

I’m a psychic on the run

That’s a medium at large

Stroke my ego in interviews

That’s a media massage

Look how quick he leaks huh

That’s a Julian Assange

See I’m quick to catch a snitch

Pree my Harry Potter scars

Now we setting the bar

Open a bottle have some Moscato

I’m with Shadow in Colorado

The Rockies will fall undoubtedly

Avalanches surrounding me

It’s a deadly combination

Better jump on the count of 3, yeeah

Dancing in the street we don’t give a fuck

They say turn it down, so we turn it up

Keep it playing loud so they call a cop

«Are you gonna leave?»

Say we will but we fuckin' won’t

Dancing in the street we don’t give a fuck

They say turn it down, so we turn it up

Keep it playing loud so they call a cop

«Are you gonna leave?»

Say we will but we fuckin' won’t

Ah shit, what a tiresome day

You are my kin like a nice brûlée

See, I got A’s all through my high school days

And when I say A’s, I ain’t mean in grades

I mean dames with braids and some Janes with manes

I used to sleep in Geometry 'cause I ain’t in shape

I’m on a word rollercoaster

I should print the lyrics and put 'em up on a poster

Learn it like ya 'posed to

I see she be walking over

Tell me 'Send your girl a message and tell her that its over'

X’s and O, get up and go, red is my rose

I eat breakfast in Tiffany

The rumours are true man

You’re not my cuppa tea

I like my own company

This has been Two Notes

Thank you Shadow for having me