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Latyrx is an alternative hip hop group consisting of Lateef the Truth Speaker and Lyrics Born. The roots of their partnership lay in the formation of the Solesides collective at the University of California, Davis. more »

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1997

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Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about,
Throw out the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground.
Why do they love it so?
Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes, 
And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts, 
Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into
Deep, dark, space around Taurus, 
And the Mormons can't explain the stars reflectin' in her corneas. 
It makes they hearts beat hard against they corsets which 
Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and--
Who was it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit? 
She had to forfeit little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches. 
Privately, we recorded her, 
Intimately, yes! We courted her with
"Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my
Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely, 
We will explore your inquisitive tendencies; 
The intrinsic and the explicit, 
We won't inhibit any of your inquiry, 
But first the fire must be met then quenched by you candidly and randomly venting any 
Thoughts, memories, anything! 
It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!" 
So we left gravity, 
Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then, 
Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts, 
And then I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,
Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a thickened band of taffy, 
Assuming every length and shape imaginable, 
Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space, 
But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly, 
I shot out like a javelin after her screams, 
First matching her speed, then surpassing her, hearing her laughter as I passed her, 
But the web I spun had not strengthened yet, 
And the momentum sent them stretching through my intentions, And I popped! 
Dolly lost
And Lorraine
Plopped back down into her bedroom, 
And coughed

Born 
The correlation 
Relation shapin' 
The forms 
Are takin' their stations warned 
We're warmed 
The verbal intercourse and mind fornication 
Is on, whine, design is tight, 
Corn burn more than blunts 
Or oil at midnight 
The clock turns, as it often does 
Fight it with all ya might scrub 
Ya learn more if ya listen 
Timing is more than tic-toc-tickin' 
Rippin's a mission so come equipped 
But not with remote clickin's or clips 
In the nine 
Ya mind 
Is fine 
With me 
Brother 
Ya chickens, you caint rhyme 
And punks react violently 
But bad men respond silently 
Later hearing your gone, and the facts while sipping on cognac quitely 
Privately 
Commenting on society 
Modestly, 
Honestly, 
Asking why fools even try it 
When they're undeniably 
And obviously, 
Undoubtedly, 
Decidedly, 
Wack 
I strech out and expand 
In 3-D like 
Galaxies establishing terrestrial contact, like 
Roll up the windows, crank the heat, relax recline the seat, 
And thank Lateef, 
Take two and pass, 
Give it a little gas and ask 
"What's the riddle mean?" 
Fantastic 
G E=MC2 don't be sarcastic, my mind moves at the speed of light when blasted 
Synchopated audiosyncratic madness 
Concentrated 
Focused 
On the rabbit 
Like I'm rabid, gigantic, teething wolverine 
Armed with claws that bring murderous tragedies 
To even human beings burdened with feelings of sadness 
Ludicrous thang is I'm glad to be the baddest 
Sittin' fattest after I'm finished lunchin', munchin' em 
Before that 
I'm slashin', attackin with rippin' action 
In sound clashes 
Bastard I'm the fastest 
Quick draw 
Like: western classics 
BIG JAW, voice cuts like a saw 
Sprinkling you like Magic 
As the cataclysm hits 
Like SMACK 
Vocabic havoc cracks 
Your sternum, spine, and scapula 
Spectacularly 
Propelling you backwards over the edge 
Of the track

Now that we have made our way away from the sky apple, 
You will notice from your new knowledge experience, 
That the distance from the crust to the mantle to the core, 
Is much greater than previous measurements, 
And as lyricists in this time period we experiment with a myriad of new findings, 
Different from the supposed truths, 
The ample evidence we presented, 
It complemented our argument that "everything is impermanent". 
Not static or at settled standstill as the opposite element has suggested is legitimate, 
And finally, as a reminder, 
The precious metals and ores mined for early in the earth's surface sediment, 
Cannot compare to the infinite introspective splendor, 
Represented by the treasures indicative of our entrance into the earth's center, 
Incentive isn't it?

Yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes, 
You're dealing with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh, 
You wan test surely ya jest, look, lets just get 
One thing correct before ya step focus on breath, breath, breath, 
One rep, 
Breath, breath, breath, 
Select yet another set of styles? Yup, yup, yep, 
Each one as hard as erections I got to flex, flex, flex, 
For project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex, 
While you're caught up, 
Thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex, 
And more flesh, flesh, flesh, 
Robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness 
Most of these rappers are talking shit out of the side of they neck 
What the heck? 
It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less 
And lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press, 
You gotta do it yourself 
Quiet as kept, kept, kept, 
If my work is respected I collect checks, checks, checks, 
They cain't all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest 
So I ain't stressin' off that bullshit. 

'Cause I've walked on water weapons baby haven't you heard? 
I've authored songs on different planes and left the boundaries blurred, 
And I taught Neanderthal to use the rotary phone, 
I kicked the devil in his neck without my rosary on. 

And I checked out the vampire's nest 
Sans garlic, dissed his harlots, then without the crucifix 
Plunged the wooden stake deep inside his chest 
Pinned him! 
Thrashing around in the bottom of his sarcophagus 
Writhing around 
Till the only thing left, 
Were little scraps of nothingness 
Those scattered all about infinity

All different shapes and sizes going wherever 

But all of one entity 

That I had brought together for my pleasure 
Watch this now, 

Your last dinner in my chamber where I tempered weapons rendered from a rusty Ford fender, 
You get your steak and eggs, 
Your Caesar vinaigrette, 
Savor your cigarette, 
'Cause I'ma tape your lips, 
Become my marionette, 
You curtsy, pirouette, 
And when my blade caresses, 
I scrape my bayonet, 
You lose your favorite legs, 
I love that fragrance, 
Playful Pet! Yes I'm the patron saint of Dangerous, 
You slaying La-Tyrx? 
You're driving majorettes, 
Over some acreage.

As you sit there pensively, tentatively fidgeting with creation 
But you f*ck 'round with this and you'll get aten.

You gettin laid to rest 
Ain't slayin' Latyrx 
You gettin laid to rest 
Over the Sunset's edge

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