Niagara Falls

Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s me, maybe it’s three
Emcees in the place to be
Maybe it’s us, maybe we dust
maybe in these last rhythms we’re the beat to trust

Coastline to coastline, bass line to bass line
Fixate to franchise baby with the waste sign
Like a train in the tunnel disappearing
The sound overbearing
The noise that you’re hearing
I’m a fragment, absent, rhythm style advent
Walking off the stage in the land of beauty pageant
In the home of the brave I’m still a slave yet I crave
The luminous ruinous jingle is the rave
Baby got my number dial, he dropped a freestyle
Said we got to go awhile, and rock the people
Hop into the cool ride, I let my mood slide
Bounce with this ounce and the people want to stay high
Rhetoric reciprocal the sentence is elliptical
Stay busy with the butter cut because the rhyme’s habitual
From Indie aboriginal to outer space celestial
Flows at these shows we_ rock the postindustrial
Banging on this wax right, we drop the spotlight
Turning to my side right, it’s time to take flight
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Situate the sound in disappearing matrix
Time is irrelevant some people never face this

I be I be I be the symbol crashing
Iconoclast the origins of blast
I be I be I be the rhythm sticks
The blonde haired honey with the afro picks
I be I be I be the symbol crashing
Iconoclast the origins of blast
I be I be I be the rhythm sticks
The blonde haired honey with the afro picks

The situation calls for a new Niagara falls
Map placement in this basement we stand tall
Run to the go sign baby shake your back
Take me to the ocean and make me feel that
From Marvin to Jupiter, Sly to Chi-town
We can get down, ah we can get down
Take me on the trolley; take me on the town
The joints are always fresh when they come from underground
I bounce with conviction, 30-year prisoner
Standing in defiance of the microphone listener
Seattle to the Bay, I dance like Sugar Ray
New York style, put it on the Dee Jay
Phenomenon enrapture sky box capture
Sun spins left when the noise is so def __
Phenomenon enrapture sky box capture
Sun spins left when the noise is so def __

I be I be I be the symbol crashing
Iconoclast the origins of blast
I be I be I be the rhythm sticks
The blonde haired honey with the afro picks
I be I be I be the symbol crashing
Iconoclast the origins of blast
I be I be I be the rhythm sticks
The blonde haired honey with the afro picks

Kids stay blunted the future stays stunted
Pre-historical lyrical is no longer cute
Grab a camera and shoot but don’t freeze frame
They keep dropping the loot I ain’t rocking for fame
I pull a parachute with the hitch in my name
I never convolute, I keep my head in the game
With the song that we sang through the astroplane
Three minute escape and then I feel no pain
The dream that I was once unpronounced
We step into the park and make the crowd bounce
Never know where the flow is, we stay lucid
Fight through the negative the positive we choose it
I moved to the underside, of the belly
Headed to Romania and blew up the telly
I dance with the angels of fourteenth street
Sit behind the drum kit and rock my own beat
I fluctuate, elevate, the self in the ego state
Break down illusion, the soul will eviscerate
All boundaries attachments, I touch the non-attachments
Rock the microphone and they wander whose rapping

I be I be I be the symbol crashing
Iconoclast the origins of blast
I be I be I be the rhythm sticks
The blonde haired honey with the afro picks
I be I be I be the symbol crashing
Iconoclast the origins of blast
I be I be I be the rhythm sticks
The blonde haired honey with the afro picks


(c) 2007 Eric Wilkinson