Special Blend - Henry Canyons, Homeboy Sandman, Zoe Rose Palladino

I grab what I see, prep with technique

Tie the bouquet, simmer with pastiche

Special blend, special blend

As proof of my love, I send you my tears

My whole heart you’ll never commandeer

Got the kind of mind that steers clear with lies in the veneer

The kind of disguise that designs lies and layers

Won’t find time for later made up my mind

Make no mistake of it

Painstakingly laying it all on the line here

Trickle down the nine, grandpa’s debonair

Oblique style pavilion, handle with care

Listen to sweet’s candle lit then learn it by ear

Not a handout pamphlet, my manuscripts I hold dear

Panhandling pandemonium packaged as a sphere

The upmost candid candidate campaigning this year

Can’t stand those that can’t change

Casting shadows that captured their whole shape

Pan’s labyrinth never landing at home plate

Following Coltrane, he never played it safe

Believe in my own way

Broken up by moonlight, blues viola

‘Round the bonfire, no kumbaya

Take a taste, here’s a spoon for the brouhaha

Let me and my baby, ooh la la

mi casa es tu casa

Build this thing up in layers

Functional intellectual growing puzzled

Only lack of articulations my muzzle

Preventing me to let my hair down, Rapunzel

What has this come to?

feel like I once knew

Boohoo, need to hydrate this rue

Don’t let it clump, cyclical whisk on the move

Keep your eyes on the range of the wise

It’s a wrist pull me

It ain’t over-easy, those yokes better ooze

Way too many jokes, folk need that mo' better blues

Critical of its roots like «what is he doing?»

Like the stance that I choose to

I place on the groove like «who am I fooling?»

Nah, though not very far, some strongly think the origin has been robbed

Appropriating historical cultural collage, viola

Who’s that peeking in my window?

I be the savior’s favorite, plain and simple

My potential has always been wonderful

Now i’m finally comfortable being sinful

Where did I exist?

Put a rift between me and kinfolk

Now I gather info, which never leaves a minute uneventful

Homeboy Sand is on the cess

So please do not go getting sentimental

Do refrain from sympathy for injury to insult

I keep my snapbacks on the hat rack, or my life raft

Me and the Grand Canyon the only rappers that never had a hype man

Iceland is green and Greenland is more icy than Iceland

And you drive on the parkway and park in the driveway

Oddly, that make me think of Starbucks

Immediately they’ll call me the el grande

But I’ll be bugging myself, so who am I to say?

I grab what I see, prep with technique

Tie the bouquet, simmer with pastiche

Special blend, special blend

I grab what I see, prep with technique

Tie the bouquet, simmer with pastiche

Special blend, special blend