Ryu Drums (Fat Tummy Riff Suite) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, this a fucking hit n run
Okay, yeah

Mise en scène
I've never hit the creatine
Ain't no muscles big enough to stop the guillotine
Reckoning as an HD, vectoring
Gadgets need inspectoring
Or spit it like a lecturing, festering
Circle, square, fade
Clouds a purple gray
The workings of a thankless day
Non-sense like Motorola and Escalade

I'm never hopeless
I wrote this with a fat tummy, scat funny
And break dance lovely like my goose egg runny
More than proficient, adept
More than proficient, adept
Remember when Al was spitting Windswept
More than proficient, adept
Implication of an invisible third, a willingness
Delicate circuitry somnambulates
This Y-Blade [?] had the makings of an oath in the peach garden
Shit, who am I?
Suppose I'm [?] on a two-way puffing reckless
Nothing claimed, nothing tested
Snare calibrated to pop your double breasted
I stay well breast fed
This is how we built the—
Brick by, yeah
This is how we built the—
Brick by brick
This is how we built the—
Brick by brick
Scallops Hotel is the building