[ti:Little Death Ft. Nikki Jean]
[ar:Lupe Fiasco]
[al:Tetsuo & Youth]
[00:25.74]Now bring it out
[00:27.13]Like a finger in the back of your mouth
[00:29.70]Cherubs and cerebellum, Tara at Sarah's wedding
[00:32.54]Sam marrying Sam
[00:34.05]Band pushed upon the finger of Sam's hairiest hand
[00:38.06]If that sickens you, you a bigot
[00:40.76]If it doesn't well you're wicked
[00:42.50]Such is life
[00:44.17]Odd as Egg McMuffins at night
[00:46.29]No answers, so let us watch these dancers
[00:48.99]Structure reformed gracefully being born
[00:51.05]On the pallet of dark grays, concaves and spirals
[00:54.12]Kaleidoscope into a Eiffel
[00:55.42]It ripples then it tidals
[00:57.93]Vacillates then it virals
[01:00.39]Babylons then it Bibles and others
[01:03.31]And tell me of the spinning mothers
[01:06.09]And today's mathematics for beloved
[01:08.26]And beasts' bellies covered like the cummerbunds of butlers...
[01:10.71]Hook 1
[01:11.28]How was your day, can I make what you say
[01:15.98]What I wanna hear, cause I want you here
[01:21.77]The hell that we raised to the heavens do anything for
[01:28.90]La petite mort, la petite mort
[01:33.47]They keep the bottles just to make glass houses
[01:36.05]Then climb up to the second floors and throw rocks out it
[01:40.13]Then expect not a volley in reply
[01:41.88]Some place vulnerable like probably in the eye
[01:43.63]What of the chicken? what is it missin', is it dry?
[01:47.39]Did it die in some inhumane conditions so it didn't go relaxed
[01:50.71]And the tension from its demise pulled all of the flavor from the fat
[01:54.22]And made it flat and rather lifeless
[01:57.59]Well there's a place that has a stunning turbot
[01:59.79]And more mercifully murdered Pisces
[02:01.35]But barbaric are still the prices
[02:04.00]It's rather niceless, apricot in dices and fromage slices
[02:07.87]My son will call risotto rices
[02:10.22]If and when he's left to his own devices, well
[02:12.85]How is your memory?
[02:14.60]Is it returning like a lemon tree
[02:16.66]To bear bitter fruit of what you meant to me
[02:18.82]Or was it slippin' like permission, am I trippin' like field
[02:21.98]I feel I'm grippin' but maybe the transmission
[02:24.44]Still left out the life, also left out the will, grief
[02:27.55]Will cheese never touch your teeth
[02:29.61]Maybe like kosher beef
[02:31.94]Is it real, is it real, is it real
[02:34.27]Ha, hah!
[02:35.57]Hook 2
[02:36.17]Howl at the day can I make you my prey
[02:40.77]Cause I want you dear, ooh, I want you dear
[02:46.37]The hell that we raised to the heavens make symmetries/cemeteries for
[02:53.55]Our petite mort, our petite mort
[02:58.46]So glad you're back, but not glad at that you're glad
[03:03.70]Where is the glamour in collapse?
[03:05.71]Where in the shatter of the facts shoves one back to a pattern of stab wounds
[03:09.93]Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon
[03:12.95]The atelier slowly fills with baboons
[03:16.44]That other monkey business
[03:18.15]Where killers go free cause a junkie's a funky witness
[03:20.81]Runny mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of death
[03:24.06]Bygone errors, sittin' like two oil derricks
[03:26.87]Separated by a sea of cooling num nums
[03:29.53]Reminiscing of an every day playing hum drum
[03:33.47]Where recognition went unnoticed
[03:35.79]And then solidified till it was stoic
[03:38.00]We should've been poets
[03:39.26]Somewhere between amateurs and grandmasters of iambic pentameter
[03:43.11]Hook 3
[03:43.82]How are your chains, do they make you behave
[03:48.53]Keep you over here, by your overseer
[03:54.35]Fallen from grace down from heaven to memories floor
[04:01.43]La petite mort, la petite mort