The Song With The Secret Name Open Mike Eagle

One, two, one, two
My form weird, Bill Cartwright
Shit's real like the arc light
Do cartwheels on the dark side
Divide feels like apartheid
Runnin' 'til I Drop like The Pharcyde
My heart locked in a archive
The car's blocked, there's a rock slide
A large drop of peroxide, belly full of hot lies
Spinning Quelle Chris' Popeye
My head hard like the top of a pot pie
Be a fake king and show love with a hate stream
I sold drugs in a daydream
A home run or a latе swing and I'm so stunned when I break things
I usеd to bomb with the zombies
I separated like the laundry
You can respond to the quandary
It's like Pac rocking with Jon B
The connection's beyond me
Close like your moms and your auntie
Or Busta and Spliff Star, no doubt that it hit hard
I wrote the bars in a grimoire
I broke it down like a foot fracture
I represent who I took after
I say eh like The Bushwhackers, yeah
I collect it all and said it again in a book chapter