Interlude 2 - Fishbone

Realizing the nuttsack

Time of all creation

Was all he has left to procreate from

A unit, a sector, a sactor

A sactor, a Nuttsactor

Of five extraordinary sperms

Searching simultaneously

For the Eggsack, the masses

To bring amongst this, and us

A messiah-enhanced fetus to treat us

With a long-awaited raw-dawg

Fin-sweeping, boundaryless breed

Of music and reality

Chim-Chim is a bad-ass

But he is mad with revenge

To give birth to the babyhead

That will soon change this shit!

Riot, I said, riot!

And some more

Fighting for the Nutmeg steamrollin' over

Steamrollin' down the sourpuss sissies

Like a psychologically overcast

Beergut on a rock star mission

Revolutionary E-racism muscle black man

White man, colorless man

Red-and-yellow man mission