Special Blend

I grab what I see, prep with technique
Tie the bouquet, simmer with pastiche
Special blend, special blend
As proof of my love, I send you my tears
My whole heart you’ll never commandeer
Got the kind of mind that steers clear with lies in the veneer
The kind of disguise that designs lies and layers
Won’t find time for later made up my mind
Make no mistake of it
Painstakingly laying it all on the line here
Trickle down the nine, grandpa’s debonair
Oblique style pavilion, handle with care
Listen to sweet’s candle lit then learn it by ear
Not a handout pamphlet, my manuscripts I hold dear
Panhandling pandemonium packaged as a sphere
The upmost candid candidate campaigning this year
Can’t stand those that can’t change
Casting shadows that captured their whole shape
Pan’s labyrinth never landing at home plate
Following Coltrane, he never played it safe
Believe in my own way
Broken up by moonlight, blues viola
‘Round the bonfire, no kumbaya
Take a taste, here’s a spoon for the brouhaha
Let me and my baby, ooh la la
mi casa es tu casa
Build this thing up in layers
Functional intellectual growing puzzled
Only lack of articulations my muzzle
Preventing me to let my hair down, Rapunzel
What has this come to? feel like I once knew
Boohoo, need to hydrate this rue
Don’t let it clump, cyclical whisk on the move
Keep your eyes on the range of the wise
It’s a wrist pull me
It ain’t over-easy, those yokes better ooze
Way too many jokes, folk need that mo' better blues
Critical of its roots like «what is he doing?»
Like the stance that I choose to
I place on the groove like «who am I fooling?»
Nah, though not very far, some strongly think the origin has been robbed
Appropriating historical cultural collage, viola
Who’s that peeking in my window?
I be the savior’s favorite, plain and simple
My potential has always been wonderful
Now i’m finally comfortable being sinful
Where did I exist? Put a rift between me and kinfolk
Now I gather info, which never leaves a minute uneventful
Homeboy Sand is on the cess
So please do not go getting sentimental
Do refrain from sympathy for injury to insult
I keep my snapbacks on the hat rack, or my life raft
Me and the Grand Canyon the only rappers that never had a hype man
Iceland is green and Greenland is more icy than Iceland
And you drive on the parkway and park in the driveway
Oddly, that make me think of Starbucks
Immediately they’ll call me the el grande
But I’ll be bugging myself, so who am I to say?
I grab what I see, prep with technique
Tie the bouquet, simmer with pastiche
Special blend, special blend
I grab what I see, prep with technique
Tie the bouquet, simmer with pastiche
Special blend, special blend