Times Squared from Home Visits by LSDMTHC

i ride a beat up mini van
she chaffeur the wheatley clan as a young fam
now packin bats i'm ridin high on the bqe
swervin cuz them potholes tryin to smoke me
pick my nose and stick it deep under the drivers seat
bitches freak when they cop a feel on that beat nasal meat
lickin and stickin while im pickin over the billyburg bridge
light it up and take a puff ( it's just a cig )

zipline the skyline
towers through cloud nine

now seein double trippin through times squared
the lights burnin bright in the night
feelin like im cruisin through the devils lair
but i can accept the reality when framed digitally
that's why they call me mr. l s d m t h c
pop a xanny, now im feelin pinky on the brain
hop the turnstyle, headed for the next downtown A train
beatbox some oxy from a fool's gold poison ring
and then a fragile voice hits me and begins to sing

zipline the skyline
towers through cloud nine

so i see jerry curls at the end of the train
and he slangs me a quap for my brain to be rot
we catch up, player's cool, making plans, rendezvous,
just something to do on the long drop to the center of the rock
then we get off at mott - walkin to jerrys spot
had to stop - i forgot - that some shits bout to drop
didnt lock up the kids - cookie jar without a lid
now they roamin the streets - raisin hell - call backup
in the van poppin veins - the van wyck changin lanes -
gotta jet, scoop em up - throw em back, in the trunk
the city's so pretty - secret scene lies in me
towers high, sewers low, slime turns to magic dough
big money burns the sins of the people stuck within
under rocks lies the pops of the kids that dropped off
call the cops, aint it fun in the barrel of a gun
if you can't see the sun then you can't help but run

• Experimental
• avant-garde
• harsh noise
• musique concrete
• noise
• Queens