Isis Intro - Jam Baxter

With my heart in my mouth I try force out the rhyme

Worn down I climb in my sandpaper suit

With four thousand lies in a bag labelled truth

Yeah I move, yeah I move with a heap of the pengaleng

Dreaming of sleep, reach for the pen again

Flee from the stress to them far away hill sides

Cuz all the kings buggles couldn’t carbonate still life

If shits still dry pick a better beverage

Sill jam baxter, the interstellar pessimist

Shit.

repping outer space with a wooden spoon

Sat with a bag of sour grapes try’na cook a stew

Sugar shoes I dance the prangalang boogaloo

Pushing through the brassness, patch it up good as new

Book a few days in a casta-del drug mash

Then its straight back to rot in hells puss flaps

Fuck that.

I speak words and mean em

Navigate reason feet first to freedom

I’m a keep sinning in this latter-day Eden

Its crease cuz the rattle snakes apples taste decent

Now I creep with the scatter brain legion

We lacerate beats and decapitate demons

The barricades weaken, dementia empowers me

Soon to develop wings, shedding skins hourly, bust it

Yeah, its spack out Monday, unravel yourselves.

Round of applause please.