Ghostlawns

[Hook: Thea Van Seijen]
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright

[Verse 1: High Priest]
Center the tone into the domain, no main
Propane flame or butane to the opening with an offering
It's not often that I wanna but I'm gonna make a point
Cause I wanna put the so-and-sos impose on tip toes
Spit those hipto crypto cryogenic thesis, he's as
Nice as watching ballerina's teemless meters reappear
A pirouetting hero, zero tolerance, abolishing wack MC's
Please mister politician don't feed us your empty promises
It's obvious you're oblivious but not impervious
And you still will crumble, stay humble still number one

[Hook: Thea Van Seijen]
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright

[Verse 2: Beans]
Enslaved by luxury, to me your source of pain is not entertainment
Desires and ruined payers transposing the fantasy
Enjoy views, but don't listen
It's your frame of reference I discard
Audio sport tech-noir Abdul Jabbar
Fire wire hair dryer in the bathtub, I shock
Dixie cup, telephone frail communicate feeble
Dim witted like dunce caps on five watts
Tapeworm recorder, a border, gazelle, Gordon Cattrell
Watch the top granola get rude like junk food
King vitamin on top of the food chain, rug burns
Run around the field but never move like a fence
Vital vinyl recital title idol no rival
Text flaws with pens flaccid
Inactive, speechless like [dick] in mouth

[Verse 3: M. Sayyid]
Wobbly Sayyid, slim like a ten-speed
These MC's take heed when I project with 300 cc's
Past the toll booth past your whole crew
Wow, who's that cat who just threw my neck like a quarterback
I want his autograph
Females on my [dick] for my phonographs
Making moves on the floor like a pornograph
Got the mad soul, you can feel the chemistry
E.B. turn up the frequency
I buried him in the ???
With the beats or a cappella in the streets
We could do it any time

[Hook: Thea Van Seijen]
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright
Tonight, Alright

[Outro: M. Sayyid]
I got ghosts in the lawn
Where my foreman thrown on the floor
Like scorn you're torn to the barn
I heard the sound and came back to see what was going on
Then I turned up the song