Chaos - JXL

«Chaos»

By Julian Lozano

Copyright 2015

Life is everywhere.

My molecular

Make up changed up second birth

Happened when I’m rappin' on this record first

Rest assured I was collectin' nectar for

My nest of words to be fed and served

On the incubator check the temperature

I’m the heat creator won’t suppress the urge

To teach these haters.

I’m the professor, sir

To the collective earth I’m gonna throw a sonic bomb

Impressin' nerds like I’m gonna flow at Comic Con

Hungry like a fuckin' soul at Ramadan

I been through the fire like I did a show with Chaka Khan

Soccer mom takin' all you to school

Ionic bond you are drawn to the pull

Opposites attract like Paula Abdul

Blowin' up you spot like Alderaan, fools!

I make a hit.

It is strange a bit, but you may admit

I go hard on this

They should quit.

When these laymen spit they ain’t sayin' shit

Marshawn Lynch

Ignorance: Don’t enable it.

Still a slave and shit

Getting marked on his

Ass and back, cause they redacted tracks.

Put em on massive blast

Like a car bomb is

Censorship: end the shit.

Center expression is

Better than sedatives.

Pressin' consecutive

Records for eminence.

Weather this tempest and

Pressures collectin', kid get in a second wind, and GO

Yes, it’s impressive and natural

It is effortless precedence has shown

If you’re out on a limb and the branch broke

And collapsed you’ll get a new asshole ripped

«cancel his damn show quick»

Man, say goodbye that’s frozen

Your account of music cause you sound like you’ve been

Translated by Babel Fish

I’m no Ali, but I’ll light your body up

Think you’re sick?

You’re not!

Hypochondria!

I’m a powerhouse, mitochondria!

Your hands: keep em' up like insomnia!

Out of chaos there is order

To sanity I am crossing the border

I have stability and it’s bringing me

To Life, To life, to Life

Out of Chaos, Chaos, Chaos, Chaos

Out of Chaos, Chaos, Chaos, Chaos

Out of Chaos, Chaos, Chaos

There is order, there is order, and it brings us to life

Oooooooooooooooooooo

(sarcastic chuckles)

«What is going on?

Overload of raw!»

You are making faces like emoticons

Or like a programmer when the code is wrong

There is soap lathered on my boner I’m

Bout to come clean on something obscene

I touch me when I bust these flows at home- better come see

This is Child’s Play like Chucky

Rhymes are everywhere in your collective hair it’s

A sex affair with and esoteric

Special character.

He’s the rarest bird: Blue Effin' Parrot

Goin' all rouge fuck your check boxes

Goin' Gonzo, Hunter S. Thompson

No fear and loathing wearing weird clothing

I’ll detox yo, fucker shed toxins!

Like you went Amish you are powerless

When you’re devourin' crap- I resent that

Sittin' at home with your cowardice

While the hours tick past.

Like a text back

From your crush it’s like a sudden rush

When you finally get that tiny blip, jack

Getting results from effort, shit yeah!

Wanna six pack?

Can’t just sit back

Don’t resist facts.

Take a vacation from hatin' your status

You’re aching to make it.

You ain’t' been forsaken

Now, take inhalations on patience, it’s latent

Don’t fake the sensation

Making a haven.

Adjacent assailants can’t break in;

Invade it.

The greatest surveillance

Is intuition, (but) your brain’s as a raisin

Hints you missing like a plane that’s Malaysian

Chaotic as shit, an anomalous kid

With a noggin this big and a Kabbalistic

Topping within who is on a mission

To knock and unhinge the façade and the fringe

Where they say he belongs.

Maybe they’re wrong

I have an ace in the palm an adjacent king I’ma

Be raising please call

And I ain’t bluffin' it’s a straight flush and

Chips: I’m taking these all!