ol king crab kingo the highwaymen**

cumma walking down that hallways street
oll king crab king o the highwaymen
he got swagger boom swagger
he got boom bap pow
pow
pow
-
i seen im runnat comb through his hair
i seen it move back
i seen it glitter-glisten under em bright lights
onna ceeling
-
i seen im touchin
mercury aphrodite
i seen im touchin onna ladies
hera n persephone
he been touchin onna ladies
backadatruck
backadatruck
back seat
pull em uppa cliffside
pull em uppa cliff
bring em inna that backseat
5 minutes in heaven baby
you know it
-
ol king crab dont go to school
he appears
he come-and-go
touch-and-go
in-out
he just visiting
dont need no work
dont need to work
get nuffa that at home
-
ol king crab drop out
not too much trouble
he never drop in

get a job drivin a truck
aint no better way to live
then watching those glitter-glisten lights
on that highway
run that comb through your hair
do it one more time,
do it for us king crab

yeah, just like that
-
down that road he go
b back l8r
b back
b back
down down down
hot stuffy old car
dice onna mirror
just like a movie

luck pair of dice
such a lucky paradise
inna truck

down that road

fulla nuthin

fulla nuthin

fulla NOTHING.
-
Ol' King Crab he *****
he chew
he *****
that how to live
that how to live?
yeah, son.
in back o tha gas station he *****
back inna gas station he chew
tobacco gum tobacco

he take em ladies by the hand
them ladies aint outta worry
king crab outta worry
watch whose hand you take.
-
Listen.
Don't let him take you by the hand.
Don't let him TAKE YOU.
DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU BY THE HAND
-
ol king crab gettin
****** inna back of the gas
station
pullin outta driveways
and outta women

watch whose hand you take on that open road
you lose yo head

I’m a Polyglot Polymath, Microphone’s a Polygraph,
Manners of a Sociopath-Rhymin’ keeps me on the path,
Else I’d be hackin you up like a cannibal,
Pullin the Chianti out-serve you up like Hannibal,

Words heavier than Elephants invading cross the alps,
Under Armour over Body Armour-waistline fulla scalps,
From the Belt o’ the Celt o’ the Schizophrenic Sandman,
You’re triple teamed by -EC- Raps new Xmen.

I broke me chains,some say I went insane,
But it’s simple,all I went and did was grow a brain.
be the Bane of your life,while Mal plays Dark Knight,
A rhyme Super Villain with a verse of Dark Light,

The searchlights on-watch the cockroach scatter,
We speak Dark Matter while your brain gets battered,
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
Mal and Sandman's Positively Mental Attitude.


It’s the original Irish OG rough rugged and ready,
Battling me is futile keep your hands steady,
I’m no pacifist,and if you take the ****,
I’ll clap you with a fist like an obelisk,

That’s a grave warning,-global warming,
The Dragon of Eire ,skies look stormy…
Since cassettes and disks I’ve been spittin ****,
That makes wannabee’s wanna slit their wrists,

The Sandman’s calling,come in and take a mauling,
Rappin since clappin one two and yes y’allin,
from New Aulins to saint Pauls my kin,
Are gathering for the quickenin,pulse races,air thickenin'
Highlander in a land cruiser,take your teeth out like a dentist
E.C’s BRUISER.
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
by Mal and Sandmans Positively Mental Attitude.

It's Time To Be Alone,
I Don't Wanna Be Alone,
Apsense It ,Feels So Cold,
I Hurt For You To Hold,
Sacred Notes In Sing In Your Special Soul
Silence , &  Pain Is All I Know
Rain On My Window,
In Case, I Don't Make It Home,
I Left A Voice Mail On Your Phone
Please Don't Ask Me If I'm Sure,
Im To ******* Sore,
It's Time Be Alone,
I Can't Take It Anymore,

Emergency ,
Emotions, Purging Me,
My Hearts Bleeding Out, Ouch I Need Surgey
The Couch Commited Burglery,
I Sit And Drowned About What's Hurting Me,
Days Fade, Embrace The Grey,
I Cry I Die In Lighting Rain,
No Drug Can Light This Pain,
It's Heavy,
My Mind Is Incredible .
But Wont Give Me No Light,
Alright Then Let Snow
My Blood Thick,

Let It Go,
I've Been Ghost,
How Am I Still Breathing,
I'm Litterally Broke Now,
I've Been Defeated,
I Broke Down,
I No Longer Wanna Fight,
I No Longer Want The **** ,
I'm Putting Down The Pipe,
Not Another Drink,
I Just Wanna Make It Through The Night,
Blade Still By The Sink,
See I'm Running Out Of Time,
All I Wanted Is Real Love,
And A Never Ending Hug,
I Chose To Be On Drugs,
That Escape Was Not Enough,
My Brain Just Thinks Of Stuff,
Emotions Feeling Wierd,
I'm From Outer Space,
So Hurt
I Hate It Here,
I Feel Out Of Place,
I Feel Insecure,
Everyday I Feel Afraid,
I Wont Make It Till Next Year,
3 Buckets For My Tears,
My Checks Have Been Periced,
Sliced By My Deeped Dwellings,
I Just Wanna Feel Okay,
My Face Cant Stop Swelling,
Brain You Better Stop It,
Telling Me I'm Over Thinking Things & I Got This,
A Second Later, Your Not An Option,
I Am Rotten, That I Will  Be Forgotten,
I Don't Want The World To Cheer Me,
Just Listen And Really  Hear Me,
I Just Want This Girl To Feel me,
Her Love Can Heal Me ,
Oath , Approach , Rituals ,
Visions Become Invisible,
I Am So Drained From Holding On To Pain,
Litterally Ima Train,
Just Moving On ,
Fulla Rust,
When I Die,
I Hope Ive Been Good Enough,
Ill Be In A Black Rose ,
Fulla Dust,
Hold On,
I Aint Weak,
See Ive Been  So Strong,
Running So Long,
Front Of My Shoes Under My Toes Gone,
Playlist Saves Me,
I Know Songs,
Sing Till My Throat Bleeds,
Life For Me,
Is A Lonely Road,
Of A Burning  Black Rose & Darkness Slithering
When I'm Alone ,
I Litterally Drowned In My Mysery
Life Is A Difficult Mystery,
I Wonder Though,
When I Go,
Who Will Years Down The Road,
Read My Notes Missing Me,
Wishing I Still Alive,
Trying To Capture How I Feel Inside,
Really How I Was Feeling Things.
I Don't Know ,
I Just Think,
When I Sit By The Distant Creek,
If Tonight I Become A Distant Being,
That Ill Be By The Ones I Love,
To Wish And Sing,
Hug Their Dreams,
Give Em Wings,
My Bones Are Stone ,
I Am Me

a few weeks back i
   opened my big
                              fat mouth
& agreed to bartend
this art auction fundraiser for
street children in
         kenya
which my parents organize
         yearly
to which a lotta local artists
big & small all
donate pieces to.

anyway my pops wouldn't
let me serve gin with tonic (this being a front so
i could drink it all of course, if y'know me at all..)
and bought bud light (horsepiss)
and for wine used several
bottles of the stuff my
mother makes
                          in town
                          at the Penetang Wine Cellar
which, though rich & darkly red
is over-dry and smacks of vinegar,
be assured.

so despite see-sawing between
indignant "No's"
&
commiserative "Yes'ses"
(i mean who else are they gonna get??)
(---and due in part to
my lack of success in
making other plans)
i end up doing it &
having an alright time
in the process ...

(hey i had a big sink fulla icy beers &
'probly drank more than anyone
else save my father's friend Ted!!)
---i even threw down
a bit o cash on a pretty neat little
abstract called "view to the bay"
but got outbid,
---as if i needed to drop $100 +
on some painting
when i should be saving ev'ry dime
for old España
in the new year.
so i crack another beer and
live vicariously thru my mother
when she picks up a oil of this island
with big storm & clouds comin' in
---and then outta nowhere it actually is me
that closes out the show by outbidding
a neighbour for a
photograph of some dingy toronto night
(buildings under construction)
and then go back to pouring more wine
& smiling & shaking (wringing) a few hands.

You know the ones
Fellas’ fulla ice
Runnin’ around spitin’ dice
Love um ****’um, leave’um
Underachieva, please believe in ya,
Boy.
Lies to **** Christ,
Kissin’ the lips of death with every last breath,
A ***** left pressin’ everything in the way needless to say this left him
Stretched.

Up in his mind he lost track of time
He been there done that and decided he could get back
But didn't and now he's pitted his mind against a fitted
and some nikes
and still his life falls down the pipes,
he lost it at a small price
Just a few clothes shoes and hoes
Who knows maybe that all he needed though,
Hell bro maybe that's we all need it more.
We left worryin’ bout food with nuttin’ to do,
our economy ****, man now we *******,
he got out when he was young in his prime actin a fool
**** the best times in life
What happens to us left to die?

You know the ones the king of vice
The ones that love to spit dice
Yea you know the king of vice
The ones who paid the price

Checked in my bags for $6 and a worry
My mind swims as I'm feeling sorry
Smiles melt like my wicker wet hair
Summer makes for fiends that don't have a care

Wheezing through the winter and skipping through Spring
Restaurants open with figs that seem to sing
Her hair moves with a magic all her own
I'm in the corner shivering cause I can't get a bone

Outside the night is naked cold and can't be told
Any secret it hasn't heard so don't get scold
Silly for these ears to drip water at these years
Talk to me later where we can have a few beers

Nodding head against the bar room back
I remember how she eyed me checking every fact
Heels colored yellow and the eyes black and blue
Soul on the rocks talked as if she had the flu

Now with the clock bell ringing the man is pointing east
Someone's out there and it smells like a moveable feast
Round' these parts time doesn't move for just no one
People grin but they aren't really having that much fun

Stuck in the mud with a stick instead of gun
When the mind gets moving each guy better start to act tough
Neighbors pawn their wisdom onto their young
This towel is wet been lying on the bottom rung

Missed this chance as I pranced round' a ring that wasn't really mine
Spend my time pinching dimes feelin' like I'm wasting my time
Now with the aftermath of a presidency gone wrong
Everyone seems to be walkin' around like they got a small thong

Notice on the board with a face that is familiar
Peer closer and its your face looking like a killer
Grin wide with the eyes all fulla' pride
Teeth white tongue tight neck tight with snide

Bent through the neck with a familiar respect
Of the law that loses every chance that it gets
All day in a line that wasn't meant to be mine
Born into a nuthouse where the warden is the least born

Menacing meanders with their ticket books and badges
Caring for the cure as they spill their poison out like frogs
Managing their wages with crayons while crying
I mention a memory and they slap me and fry me

Truth leaks out like the ink from of a damaged pen
It stains your soul like the shriek from a morning hen
Truth streaks white like the white from a jet plane
Him smiling while dying to escape a life of the inane

Night
You were there when I slept through the first day I showed
For' I was born in the morn
Night
You are the blanket I carry
Even in the daytime
Night
The stars are my angels
For they guide me when I am naive'
Night
Night
You are with me
Even when you take my sight

I pay my ***** 4 quartas
To sit in the corner
And make sure
I'm safe while I rage
In a game with torture
And gore
No need to be afraid
Of horror anymore
My ****** got my back
And a pocket full of quarters

For give me mothers if I take another son away
The ***** shouldn't a tested if my ****** wouldn't spray the K
2 the face
2 the point
Hollows in yo temple *****
Leave 2 dents in yo face like some dimples *****
+
Ugh
+
The devil told me that I'm coldblooded
Semi stoic look on my face n these hoes love it
Ain't got it on me when they shoot imma road run it
Never put trust n no ***** cuz these hoes covet
+
Ugh
+
Im like the black mclovin
Wit a wrap sheet 4 days
Tell yo mans cuz he shovin
N if low keep pushing imma have 2 start bussin
'Nother dumb ***** dead in the streets over nothing
Agh
+
My mama say that idk about the struggle but she don't know half if the **** a ***** toggle wit
+
She only know about a 5th of the **** I did
+
N if she knew me she would call me the apocalypse
+
Cuz I done did mo dirt then a Lil bit
+
N if this rapping don't crack imma cop a brick
+
These ****** say they were its at but the fulla ****
+
Cuz we the only mfs really taking risk
+
When I was 17 I ****** a ***** n she was 30
+
They call it statutory **** but I was hella flirty
+
I know some ****** out south that'll do u *****
+
Razor blade 2 yo face like that ***** birdie
+
Ugh
+
I gotcho sis on my lap
N yo fix in a sack
Text books on my back
Imma lowlife pirate I ain't even gotta act
N my ****** on attack
Lowlife just relax
Ugh
1+2

N I mean that ****
I was blind 2 it all now I c that ****
Imma show u mufuckaz that u can get rich
If yo friends turn 2 opps n yo main chick flip
Ugh
+

Started off simple you were smokin joints with your mates,
14years old hangin around at the school gates,
a juvenile delinquent,little pain in the ***,
a father at 15 grew up way too fast,
the Irish system failed you,kicked you out at 16,
moved in with your girl,a baby raised by 2 teens,
no real education so crime is your path,
tried your hand at a blag+ended up in pats(Irish Juvenile Detention),

So whats the matter sonny? life's not like the flicks,
criminals get caught,so get used to the nick,
but **** it now you're 18 thinkin' you're an O.G.,
and when you end up in the joy(Mountjoy Prison) you say listen to me,
got your apprentices in robbin,sellin poppin off fightin,
feelin like a crime titan,think you're Irelands mike tyson,
do a few more blags court dates count up,
another girl gets pregnant so the problems mount up

"I've seen the needle and the damage done, a Syringe in a Vein is like a loaded gun"

You could get a job,but **** that work's for dopes,
you spend your days dodging court dates,bangin' out dope,
snortin coke with your mates,all hard as nails,
while the real crims sit back and count their sales
all you are is a customer,forget the smiles,
there'll be another fool parted from his money in a while,
your mate johno flipped out from a long coke binge,
now he's sittin in the john o gods(Christian Rehab centre),shivering and cringin',

That'll never be you,you got a real game plan,
got a cousin who's a driver on Securicor vans,
so you hire out a shotgun,on with the bally(Balaclava),
hit the van in broad daylight,and run for an alley,
but guess whats waiting? a Special Branch team(Armed Gardai),
get the **** on the ground! is what they all just scream,
now you're banged up bigtime,a 10yr stretch
got your first bag of gear(Irish name for Smack) from a kid named fletch

CHORUS.
"well every cloud's got a silver lining  these years,
the only silver you see is tin foil for your gear,
you gave your life for a buzz that passed way to soon,
its only now you get to see the dark side of the spoon"


well its release day,Seven years down the line,
three years in remission for good behaviour time
went in the Joy a teenager,comin out a man,
with a habit that's longer than a nuns,*******
went from hash and pills to a sharper doom
your life's over,now you're on the dark side of the spoon
so you slip into the underworld,but no more blags,
robbers don't trust junkies,and your hooked through the bag,

you whine about your bad breaks,how you coulda been big,
cos you're a shadow of yourself man,smack is a pig
you're too busy to contemplate,its rob,rob,rob,
and your arms are fulla craters,so there's still no job,
you got your girl hooked too man,ain't you great,
you look at life through eyes gummed up with hate,
social welfare have put you on a methadone course,
but that ***** just as bad,it just makes you worse,

your lifes flying by now in a haze of drugs,
morphine,Oxy,blueys(******) anything for a buzz,
Skip on a few years...**** what does it matter,
days pass like mist,the gears all that matters
your girlfriends screamin' ,babies long gone,
for both of you the needle sings a sad sad song,
look behind ya - your progress is as straight as a die,
another Irish ****** ****** up your life til you die,

The smack dealers are laughin' ,Politicians don't care,
you're a skinny,pale sweaty robbin' smack nightmare,
you gave away your whole life for the solace of a spike,
it didnt cost 4million,its cheap,it cost a life(the Spire in Dublin cost 4 Million(at least) to *****, and is coloquially known as "The Spike")

who the **** can you blame?,you made your own decision,
when you first creased a vein with a simple incision,
infusion of the drug is all you care about now,
the Dark side of the Spoon,there's no way out now

Well every clouds got a silver linin' but these years,
the only silver ya see is tinfoil for your Gear,
gave your life for a buzz that passed WAY too soon,
life's over now, you're on the Dark side of the Spoon
Chorusx2,fade.

short on sleep + mostly restless
it's far too late to mention breakfast

you gotta box fulla alla yr ****
you got nothing to do with any of it

so

shut yr facehole you stupid ****
make a sandwich made with my two fists

hope yr pants split
*******, you get the drift

bet you'll die just waitin' for apocalypse

everybody just waitin' for apocalypse

short on sleep + mostly restless

Om shanti tra-la-lace,
empty head fulla space.

Mismatched mouth and mind,
squawking every word ya find.

Buncha penny-sized pupils --
spun-out "gypsies" popping pills.

When ya finally say what ya mean,
I'll be where I was with no in between.

Om shanti tra-la-lo
pack yer patchouli and go.

When I was working on robotics certain ******* wouldn't touch me
Started rapping over beats n now these ******* wanna **** me.
****** use 2 try 2 jump me
Throw they bullets
Try 2 rush me
So i gotta couple pistols
Let a ***** try 2 touch me agh.
+

Im not the problem im the product n the answer
All this hate is so contagious
Its malignant as some cancer
****** putting on a show
Might as well go b a dancer
I remember being happy wit Doritos n a Fanta
Hah
+
I love 2 **** wit quiet girls n gangster *******
Loves a double bladed sword
N my heart is fulla stitches

If i play my part in time I think I'll make it out the hood.
I shouldn't off my cousin now
But then again I prolly should
Because a pound is on the line and i ain't got too much a time
My mama future on the line
So im resorted 2 the crime

Naw+
Let him breathe
Let him take in all the air
Im like a lion in a cage and u can c it in my stare
Im feeling troubled n deranged n u can c it if u stare
She tryna stay inside my heart n till this day she's never there

Ugh+
Time money n madness
Im fulla sadness
My family believe in magic
And honestly it is tragic

My pockets can b the fattest
My mistress can b the baddest
They tell me 2 show them love but really I never had it

Yeah +
Dead bodies n bullets is all im after
Yo crying fueling my laughter
They murdered him on the crapper
N really all that I wanted was solace n mild seclusion The thought merely illusion
A happy ending is stupid

Wah +
Do u love me thru the blood n the tears
Would u sacrifice yoself if I had sharpened the shears
Love is fairly new 2 me cuz ive been suffering 4 years
I don't want u 2 respond will u just lend me yo ears

Cuz angels won't come if u drowning in the sea
Im the only one who loves u.
Im yo personal disease
Im the voice inside yo head
Fill void inside of me
U ain't in the coffin wit me how im pose 2 rest in peace
Hmm+

I swear I thought I saw the devil in my father's eyes
+
N if the devil is my father
Well than who am I
+
I have 2 keep a sad face when im in the streets
+
My life's a sullen sunken song that is on repeat
+
My ***** mani died n vain cuz I never changed
+
I gotta pocket fulla change
I became deranged
+
I seen a lot of people die n get forgotten
Race card, who remember picking cotton
1+
2+

CAR OF THE WEEK
MAN OF THE MOMENT
GIRL OF THE MONTH
HORSE OF THE YEAR
SALE OF THE CENTURY

Better start an inventory
Check what’s missing
Hear the gas hissing
Don’t even  think…..
about dissin
this lyric I’m spittin
out LAVA
TORNADO
TYPHOON
So you’ll see very soon
How strong your Mother really is!
The Question is not an answer in itself
There’s more to food than the price on the shelf
There’s more to life than hoarding wealth
There’s more to this than meets the eye
BUT WHY?
Bother with a question
Just live
On AUTO-SUGGESTION
WHY NOT?
Count, Weigh and Measure
All the things that you find
And make yourself BLIND
To the fact that this IS
“my FLESH”
that you’re BURNIN and LOOTIN
those are my LUNGS
that you’re CHOKIN with you’re SMOKIN
this is my BLOOD
that’s FLOWIN
                   FULLA NOXIOUS
SUBSTANCES
Whilst the Stock Market CASH
                                        BOOM
                                        CRASH
                                        BOOM
                                         CASH
CASH on DEMAND
GOLD from my TEETH
Con-sumer demand
OIL from  my belly below
FUTURES DEMAND
FINAL DEMAND
Sale of the Century
Everything must go
So you know
Who you are
When you wake up
Saying “wot’s up?”
You may have to cup
A hand to your ear
So you hear
Very clear
This lyrik I’m chatting
The voice I am passing
The word of
“the MOTHER OF ALL F**KERS….
GOOD EVENING SUCKERS…!”
Time to wake up
alarm bell ringing
Fluid in my lungs
make birds stop singing
whales stop swimming
iceberg melting
Spells change
Smells strange
When viewed up close
Where the dose
Is the strongest
But strangest
Of all
Is the fall
From grace

From the bottom of the list
         Of endangered species
             You’ve carved niches
                    Genocided species
                                 Built follies
                                 Burnt witches
                                 Dug ditches
                                 Built fences
Against yourselves
    Against your spouses
               Within your houses
                              of detention
                               Prevention
                            Is better than cure
        The water has to be pure
If we can be sure, what constitutes pure?
SO
Better do some catchup
Have a mental checkup
Don’t crackup
Or blowup
Or turnup LATE
For your own
Great Escape
Don’t leave it too late
Your Mother can’t wait
To have a big shake
And scratch off her fleas
And boil up the seas
A few thousand degrees
Then you’ll see
A sale of the century
Where everything goes
Up the nose
Of who do you suppose?
And whose eye will it sting
When fire I bring
From down below
My oceans
Ancient potions
Alchemical lotions
Make motions
Measured in Richter scales
Southern gales
Beached whales
Mothers wail
Another sale
Of a slave
To the rhythm of madness
To the rhythm divine
The divine intervention
The total dissection
Of my very womb
Crash
Boom crash
Boom
Closing down sale
While stocks last
Last few days
Everything must go
at the SALE OF THE CENTURY

two undred miles
burrabar twenny thousan leagues
away from ere
is a place called londinium
the land of dreams
the land of fears
fulla ten million foreigners
as different from us up ere
as dee are from each udder