engage in the primitive - eyes black
eyes that of when the prisms lit - pissed off

when your thinkers thick
sink or swim
rather be that rock gone
be laying at the bottom
feeding of the pop ya
late shift nocturn
face melt as that clock burns
improper spinal fibers fuckin up my posture
movin to the tribal fires out on the pasture
lack dollos so they swallow
hard liquor along w sorrow
no hollows grab the molos
and watch the rag burn

engage in the primitive...

engage in the primitive - eyes black
eyes that of when the prisms lit - pissed off
enslaved by the digital cyberpunk
virus corrupted done fucked up the trojan wall - invade
enraged w a psychostyle righteous path
rippin holes up out that dry wall - wet cha whistle

sissy sis sis system gone
weak as them sheisty brittle bones
i rigamotis
another fiend to hone a finicky motive know this

beat that box you know we slap that too prolly
burp up purple on my black and blued body
fuck a black and white thought sequence
rather have those hues neurotically shock the cerebric deepend

i know i
you think i
we taste that
you hate that grin
and i know i (grin)
you think i (frown)
we taste that (cow)
you hate that grin

transmission interference imma let my mannequins finish
talkin manic diction oh where my mannerisms ?
i mock that bird w no smock and some paint
she wants to comprehend the thoughts squirmin thru my brain
i noun that verb effective immediately
she wants to compromise i say no way

engage in the primitive - eyes black
eyes that of when the prisms lit - pissed off

enough of that razz matazz
droppin dat acid jazz on your ass
curbstompin bass drums over cranium
got sizzles from the rippled rain drained out on the sun
w zippos lined w pistols and not a single bullet
imported mallet hoodwink snortin calvin til hes coolidge
whack a mole til hes weak
pack a bowl til its cheeched
smash a hole til it bleeds
listening to rabbi's holy speech while i
curb stomp bass drums over cranium
got spillage from the richest blood wrung out on the sun
from the rag strung out hear the zap sing loud
aggravated natural waste the faculae of the sun

and
engage in the primitive - eyes black
eyes that of when the prisms lit - pissed off
enlisted by the militant firesquad
line em up along the berlin wall - invade
with a 12 gauge psychostyle tightened grasp
diggin holes up just to fill me up