Bookoo Bread Co - Scallops Hotel

Padded shoulder blades on the corduroy blazer

Brush off dander

I don’t pander to older ways

Basket case, strange male wit

Couldn’t help but notice how his chainmail fit

It was all shines and gleaming

Noticed how his lazy eye show when his mind is scheming

That boy raps like there’s no tomorrow

That boy raps like there’s only black keys

That boy raps like Rivka Galchen

That boy raps like…

I two-step when there’s a glitch in the matrix

Hambone through the fabric of space time

My mind is not a radio broadcasting

Pull up the collar on my London Fog

Rap is all monologue

I can feel the edges of my whole world shrinking

I’ve been thinking about What is Called Thinking

If every copy is a meta-original then

Who will benefit from being truly original?

We’ve been more than patient

The anti-realist never considers motivation

I love rappers how shepherds love sheep for wool

It’s easy for me to say this place isn’t beautiful

I love rappers how shepherds love sheep for wool

It’s easy for me to say this place isn’t beautiful