Lost Interlude

[Verse 1: Cool Calm Pete]
All from a blank page and beats that have no name
Seem like blank walls to cats' fame
Sniff the aerosol, and light headed, trippy
Abyss of concrete that clouds the streets

Sky's the limit; hop the soul train
Moves you mimic to a New York minute
And in a flash the world gone upside down
The townsfolk over-run by clowns

Since way back this homie don't play that
Caught them rain drops at the brim of ya hat
Brace yourself, I'm rolling with no brakes
Power moves hellbent with back aches

Ya butterfingers, still couldn't get a grip
Ate the roach clip, you sank my battleship
Mondays, all disheveled. Even a rebel
Without a cause learned to settle

I'm off the kettle full blown growing steam
Got snuffed by the American dream
Down for the count; stargazin...
It's cool calm Peter Parker, the Amazing