Transform/Madscientist
by MS Judi Maxwell with R.L. Principe

section from the musical accompaniment to "RLP: Psuedoautohagioraphy about Immortality."

Transform/Madscientist

From above, there you are
Falling free, the Morning Star
From on high, fallen far
To abyss, this Morning Star
From above, there you are
Falling free, the Morning Star
From on high, fallen far
To abyss

Diddy-bee-bop down the street with the energy
Putting down poetry, regardless of the penalty
Death -- My break is death
So, until then, I break shit down until there's none left 
Legerdemain making fine ledgers of mine
Legendary on the daily and not the anodyne
Anataole France when I'm inna deh dance
With one glance, I put 'em in a fighting stance
And I Heard You Say
Platitudes phrased in a certain way
So hey, if that's what you would prefer today
With no further delay...

From above, there you are
Falling free, the Morning Star
From on high, fallen far
To abyss, this Morning Star
From above, there you are
Falling free, the Morning Star
From on high, fallen far
To abyss

Who can proceed from the lead of a fellow unfit to follow
Now, furrow your brow cuz I'm so hard to swallow
Allow, time to accrue so you can borrow
Play peek a boo and pick a break out the box
Can you bear the Brer Rabbit outwitting the Fox
I'ma looking for a fix of cold facts
Fucking up the headliners down to the opening acts
And dealing on the dance floor with the freaks
I'm in my element so to speak
Mercury, certainly, you saying you're hurting me
Is perjury -- gee, what could the purpose be
Stirring up shit, stringing it along
Roping in everybody, bringing 'em along
Ready to say that I'm right
Ready to say that I'm right
Are you ready to say that I'm right 
And you're wrong?!

From above, there you are
Falling free, the Morning Star
From on high, fallen far
To abyss, this Morning Star
From above, there you are
Falling free, the Morning Star
From on high, fallen far
To abyss

Silver spoon on the scoop, but still knew violence
I'm like the gear that I wear: Troop with New Balance
...and not Nike, Boy
Me taking a loss is unlikely, boy 
Don't you ever call me brother
Give me a break, I don't bother with a five-dollar fibber
Boogie Fever as a favor 
Give my regards to Felix, you kidder
Your luck running short in the People's Court
We can take it to the stage, show 'em rap is not your sport 
24 hours of stumbling around
Without the white folks down, your ship runs aground
Lowercase or capitol L, if it's preferred
Quoth Tony Kill, you jocking me is a matter of public record
Quick-pitchin', switch into battle mode 
Got too hot for you in the Boiler Room, stick to the kitchen
If'n you're sniffin' my drift 
With your gimmick-based grift 
Yes, the rhythm the rebel
Origin of "villain," "villanus": "slave"
To the devil

From above
There you are!

From above, there you are
Falling free, the Morning Star
From above, there you are
Falling free, the Morning Star

Morning Star

You run, run, run
You run, run, run
Do run, run, run
You run, run, run

I got a big mouth and it do run, run, run
You run, run, run
I got a big mouth and it do run, run, run
You and your crew run, run, run
Shook one -- you run, run, run
You run, run, run
I got a big mouth and it do run, run, run

We can

Take it to the stage as the people's ballot
That's no challenge, you medium talent
Alcoholic cokehead has to sit down on the stage
Can't even use your balance!

You run, run, run, run
You run, run, run, run
You fucking shook one
Shook one

Well, I'm Imp the Dimp -- the Rap Gustav Klimt
The Sex of Spite is my delight
Sticking words to you just like pins through a voodoo
Doll, I'm ill -- packed to gill with all gall
Toy soldiers on call, will all fall
Enfant terrible, mission impossible
Hear, hear! 
I was never in fear
Of Old Mother Ron Hubbard and her daughter:
Fake-Ass Lady Miss Kier 
Prince with a New Groove Within the Heart
Since bringing light to a few moves done in the dark
Cooking up the stew and steady stirrin' the pot
And doing what I gotta do to put the words to the plot
Now here's the part of the story where shit gets good
See me boppin' like I'm Adam Ant draped in Viv Westwood
Running at a Liberal Pace
While I'm Rocking from a Liminal Place
As the Dweller on the Threshold with the gets-'hold
Of my life held tight within my hand until I get old
Many years -- no fewer, no lesser than
Draw first stone just like I'm David, no Letterman
Jacket -- let a man get busy in the racket
Busy in the body -- till then, buddy, you can't hack it
Hawk with a vision 'til I'm under an Invasion
Like Zim
You see me and you say, "I wanna be like him."
Artist at the desk, penciling you right in
To the melodrama that I've been writin'
If
You get next to this exorcist, you get haunted
Wallflowerism could be over if you want it
Mi nuh come up inna dance fi cross arms and hands
I'm talking to you fake cool kids and all your mans
Dreams *you* Cast? Huh!
Are less than half-assed
I put you out at half-mast
I put myself out some so you see that I'm awesome
While you and your Team Phlote in flotsam
Run into the river of the rhythm that I rhyme on
But you're too tame to take time on 
Bedroom-tier DJ's see stage
How wonders don't cease to amaze
These days!

I got a big mouth and it do run, run, run
You run, run, run
I got a big mouth and it do run, run, run
You run, run, run, run
Shook one -- you run, run, run
You run, run, run
I got a big mouth and it do run, run, run
You run, run, run

Fiyah bun
Fiyah bun pon a man like you
You know what you do
You off-Brand Nubian
You fucking palette swap Yakubian

Fiyah bun
Fiyah bun
Fiyah bun!
Fi-i-yah bun! Yeah!

I'm so sick of you and the slight of your hand
Fronting like you're tryna get down with I-Man
Could you ever really get fresh like I can?

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