Pablum // Celeskingiii Lyrics

What a life under this quilted fleece
Where the wilted lease
We're the power and stilted speech
'n cupboards they granny shoulda dusted
Maladjusted with a malaprop
Sack of 'ism make the pallet drop
Palindrome of the ignoble savage be- (oh shit)

I switched up

Steezoh

Oh one two?

Light flick, brutal wrist cornucopious
Still life waiting on a vista to utopia
Mr Satan pausing in a hotel scallops
Fuck with the timing of the whole swell balled
By bar eight he could heal the old and invalid
Sweaty tooth cold for the pallet and bracket
Blackface Tarzan, tanned arms basking
Ted Danson with the cheers
A dead man dancing with his fears
Lord Fred call it Capoeira
To you Black Emperor Ferreira forever
On a terrace with a beret and Beretta
Maroon mood indigo
At a sinister place where rap feel pitiful
Applied research to make the force field subliminal
Political climate turn your old Earth cynical
How it get lost in a small room, custodian of the statue

Null set

Hmmph
Yes