Two Notes DJ Shadow (Ft. Barny Fletcher)

My charisma this evening be knee deep in the ceiling
I’ll rip you apart but leave eyes, yeah the jeans that you be in
I'm a seasonal demon, I check w-w-w-weight
Cleaning my plates 'til they glisten
Lick 'em in sideway figures of eight
Cause I’mma light years ahead, like yeah, you dead
I’m glad you made it for the saturated flow though
And that’s a great approach but for the main show
I’m tryna' make it so my domain is just unobtainable
My contacts will cataract your gang of rats
I’m Hades in HD spit out the Adderall
I see flames and red, I'm AMC the talking dead
Halo hangs on my rack of hats, shotgun stays in the cabinet, whoa
You're kinda funny
Acting clueless like Monsanto do bout, poisoning tummies
Already poison in me from eating hoisin and kimchi
I stare into the void and say 'oh boy I don’t got it in me'

You so damn obvious
I catch thieves in my sleep and might start messing with mafias
It’s not that I am confident, just not afraid of the consequence
Not afraid of the critics, I ape, I mock all you mimics, listen
'Caw' the call of the crows, they follow me where I go
They help me remember faces and sing for me at my shows
I don’t, don't catch bodies no, I catch hotties though
In a lobby in Wyoming with Arapahos