WATWWB?

I feel the weight of my eye lids increase
but before i go to sleep,
i'll put in some elbow grease
to try to make a masterpiece
about a young Greek poet, 
Found a Muse by an olive tree with a river below it
She brought him out his shell, a previous loner
Now he's writing bout his Odyssey, you see his name was Homer
A poem, of epic proportions
With simple distortion
of the facts to make it mythological and of utmost importance
so he wrote a series in blank verse,
Some dank words, 
designed a plot of a man who had to traverse 
across the land to return to his woman, 
on a boat he made that was wooden
and who knew it would make the perfect bookend
The muse helped him write it down, he sent her bits daily
and she saved it in the notepad while she played the ukulele
eventually the story was complete
he kissed her on the cheek
prcoeeded to cheese cuz she was the Muse that he needs

I feel the weight of my eye lids increase
But before i go to sleep
i'll put in some elbow grease
to try to make you a masterpiece

The Greeks had nine muses, so mine must be the tenth
Influenced my music more than booze or any hemp
Her mind is most fluent, in tongues and dialects
Helps me to mover through it and abuse the alphabet,
No time for stress
You see she makes it seem so easy
"Write me lines everyday, Russell, don't go and leave me 
lyricless." When i mess up she spells my name wrong
so I write my words many times before i send the same songs
sometimes it only takes one word and
I'm Bird Person conversin in third person
So basically i take a verse and rehearse 
Until i make it work, and leave a beat in a hearse
In forward motion, or in reverse,
Don't shift into first 
To get to the destination the space station orbitting planet earth
I'm an eager beaver when it comes to five liters, 
Adjust your receivers and please turn up your speakers

Masterpiece - 5 29 18, 1.52 PM

First single off our upcoming and yet-to-be-titled project!

Lyrics

I’m a kaiju that rides vines through
rhymes for you to waste time to 
Open up your mind and you’ll find you
Design two new lines to Recite in prime view 
The view I mention similar to like a birds eye
It’s elevated as you’re looking through the third eye
Just let the universe sing the words it has to sing
It fills your soul where there’s a will like green lantern rings 
Use your thoughts to construct a new construct 
I’m stuck, floating through an aqueduct I’ll conduct 
The electricity that visits me from the vast infinity 
Instantly hitting me with inspiration like divinity
It’s beamed into my head, while I’m laying in our bed
universe could have kept us separate, brought us together instead
Now that’s just another string in the lyre, so when you play a tune
Remember that forever and always you will be the moon
Of my life, and if my mind blows a fuse
I’ll trust you to flip the breaker, cuz I know that you’re my Muse 


This beat has my soul feeling reinvigorated 
Grab a microphone, and leave a beat eviscerated 
What I do is quick and painless to an ignoramus 
Leave em brainless, nameless, faceless, 
More las (lost) than Vegas 
But this ain’t that type of song, it’s a relaxing jawn
Not a high fashion jawn or a time-for-some-action jawn 
Unless rolling up is the action that you’re acting on
Grab the collapsible bong when/if they ask if it’s on
Yeah you know the answers always yes, which is were never known to stress
Breezy as a sun dress
Although I must confess while I was out on Recess
I saw a dress I must address but I digress
Lyrical prowess now tests at sound checks
I astound vets with my profound sense of nouns 
Tense of verbs, other words and the way I make em turn into an urn
Got this curly hair without the perm but now y’all got to learn
I let the chicken burn just a little on the grill, Smith
Cuz when I switch, they’ll be like “that was some ill shit”
Your parents may not get it, that we’re gifted when we’re lifted
Stoned in the head like the Vision

Living in the land of the lost like a sleestak
I needs rap, whenever I miss it I flees back
I’ll shrink down and I’ll hide on a fleas back
Hank Pim, thank him anytime you’re ranking
You can put my name right at the top
Got my own style, a lot of rap, a Little Rock
Like Arkansas, I’m declaring martial law
On the partial flaws that made me act a fool as a son and all
One day, so I can be a good son in law
I’m working on it, and I’m trying to keep fun involved
But I’m crazy for my lady in the best way possible
And she makes me feel unstoppable
I’m the juggernaut bitch, running through the spot quick 
Never gonna stop it, like Kennys inevitable death inside a mosh pit 
Or inside a cockpit when trying to be the pilot

Reverse Giraffe