[Verse 1: Bones McQueen]
Yo
It’s kind of exciting to know that Bones exists, don’tcha think?
This morning I rolled a spliff
Rode by like a knight of road and I was smoking it
Spoke to a [?] and I told ‘em of
Poems I wrote on the floor with assorted poker chips
Dominos broken, rows of foes fell in unison
Dormant music bellowed up from deep within my icy lungs
Hung light from a bright mind, paper lanterns by the sun
Um, the son of a dead father licks the moon
Like giant pies or lollipops and cries a lot with tired eyes
But I always find the time unwinding wino nights
To bite heightened energy from [?] rhyme
Crop circles burn from high above views of
Birds eyes
Following arcs of flying hawks movements
Toss tomahawks upon the heads of fools with deadly precision
They’re all talk but I won’t walk
Venomous geckos are sticking
Echoes of deadly rhythm and different crickets sittin’ hidden
Daddy long legs rub double gripping the flint, kick it
Strike it
Set fire to lichen with stricken lightning
White rhino lit with a Bic lighter
I spit in flashes
Six strikes to navigate the valley of ashes
With bare hands he throws volcanic magma back in its chamber
Backwards lateral birth
It’s analogous to ravenous mothers eating their own plasma

[Verse 2: bedRock]
You can’t compare to this even your therapist thinks you suffer delusions of grandeur
Emcees parrot this, ‘cause copycat rap’s what they conclude’s the answer
Sure as shoots, I’ll pander to pandas who quickly eat and leave
‘Cause 'alone' is just another word for 'time to drop some freeze'
No, wait, stop, please, body temp' drop like degrees
Lounging on a cold slab write lyrics on my own toe tag as it frees
He’s the abominable iceman
It’s improbable you’ll like him
Stab abdominal with the mic stand
If the price is right
Damn, I’d hand over all my skills if they hadn’t wound ‘round my DNA
Twisted like tungsten filaments filling the stage with light as we play
Bristling with brilliance
Billions of photons focused on me
So how is it the heart is lost in darkness?
Bark sans harbor at sea
But this ain’t Marlow and Me
This is the killtone in your earphone, frequency achieved when even [?] are [?] cold bow
When it’s just you against the world
Or you against your girl
Smile, if it was you against West Rhetoric best believe your blood would curdle
We hop hurdles and drop burdens
Twin zen masters
Calm as pebbles in sand when shit hits the fan and splatters
But still susceptible to frenzied fury when sad and plastered
That’s why we’re strapped with verbal blasters
Caliber is off the chart and impossible to gauge
Firing these things might take all compassionate life on Earth right back to the Stone Age
So behave
And don’t make either me or McQueen squeeze the trigger
We did this track as a warning
Now do you get the fucking picture?

[Verse 3: Bones McQueen]
Bones was a bloke who cajoled old Cronus
To eat his children’s organ meat
Absorb ‘em store the souls in the cellar where he horde the morbid teens
I need the force to attack raps like Muy Tai
It ain’t your fight I’m a poor sight for sore eyes
In my righteous anger I broke the mic on the fourth try
Like you broke your grow lights
So the poem didn’t grow right
I would know, right?

[Verse 4: bedRock]
This is the new movement to lucid
Reinforced by glue, spit, and passion
Grammy goes to the magician who can fashion
Even a faint facsimile of what Rhetoric does on the M-I-C
Come and follow we
Maybe we’ll let you take a peek
Killing spots around town
Like Horus, jasper, and Cruella
To recover from this takedown, put porous plaster on your patella
BedRock cracks your cartilage
Scrolls got crossed over
Sacking Carthage
Raps farther out of this world than a Mars rover

[Sample from Wes Anderson's "Hotel Chevalier"]