Partial Carcass

Sub-Conscious - “Partial Carcass”
[Emcee(s): Sub-Conscious]
[Producer(s): [?]]

[Verse: Sub-Conscious]
Partial carcass
Martial artist—that’s word to Marcus
I’m down with repatriation
My negrotude is legible through rhythms
Dismissing fetish foods for the lettuce leafs
The herbalist don’t eat meat, words is concrete
Natural phonics be in my tonics, flows flush
Your system like colonics—that’s the God’s honest
Don’t do this for the homage. The few fiends recognize
And that’s enough (Peace), popular music ain’t conscious
Domain sub-terrain like Cuban rocket launchers
Inner cerebrals with no medicine’s placebo
Derangеd artist in a standoff at the easel
Thе images be camera-shy, hate to meet people
They’d rather me fantasize, swinging samurai
But the Lord needs swordsmen to torch people forging
His name on recordings, so I stepped to mics, scorching
Cables and ground wire with sound fire, forcing
Hisself on the canvas to sodomize, colonize
Forms of communication of spirit dances
Lyrical advancements, applaud off-campus
Through the spaces between words your flows can’t dampen
Cramped through the crevices of speech ‘til it hemorrhages and
Secretes secrets of the energies beneath it
I stick to my flows like adhesives to bring
The life force to the seasick, my oral spit coral up
In pieces, y’all. This is The Deep Dish Thesis
Tides come even stronger when they’re leafless, stirring currents
That pull you out your frame like water main leakage
Now clean your life. I flush, you’re stuck to my drainage pipes
So stay skeptic of my septic systems
And get swept up in reckless rhythms. Your pessimism
Gets you driven where there’s travel restrictions into cataclysms
Of unconscious brainstorms, where words change form
And wrestle for ancestral definitions, the high seas
Where eyes bleed, wailing for their freedom like they’re eye threes
I’m deep-diving, breathing through IVs on liquid oxygen
Looking for meals for my fans with no hocks in ‘em
Rhymes I brandish be organic, no toxicant
Sub-Con pushing their minds to reach their optimums
Yeah, yeah