Techno Ted may be a person who caused Chris incredible emotional pain & trepidation as well as moments of peace & happiness but now is removed and awaiting his fate. Darling may be a different person who is also free of him and can live her life free of Ted's tyranny. "In between all the laughing, and daydreams ... lies: a desert of truth" Lies are like a desert or the omission of Truth: Where there were Lies then Truth was absent. The song, "Techno Ted", may be a cathartic celebration of the downfall of this person.
Yeah, bout to fly that knot
Redman, keith murray, erick sermon with the, cosmic slop
And we all pack glocks
Word is bond, word is bond
Fuck around and get shot
As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax
I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
Flyin' expert, puttin' in work
No question, cosmic funk and weed session
Like Gang Starr, step up, it's hard to earn
But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe
The bandit, spittin' dialect umm (umm)
Catchin' wreck umm (umm)
One two microphone check (umm)
Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and beyond
Funkadelic drop the bomb!
Boo-yaa!
I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya
My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers
My flow freeze the nile, the funk child splits the river
Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust
I'm spaced out, I lost my mind on cloud 19
Visine for eyes, when I blow alpines
Dial 9, 0-0, for the hero of the wierdos
I hope my brain don't bust
Transform into a 7-11 slurpie slush
It's the fly, my music will burn eyes
Twice the chemical of Clorox
Then I do an autopse on four cops
When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot
Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk
I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th
With black cats and Haley's comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway
Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends
That def squad will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, Geyeah
For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that)
Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got 'em
Spaced out, way out, is what I'm talkin' about
In the cosmic slop of the ghetto
Zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu
Zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu
With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations
More cosmic funk innovations in my creation
This cosmic sick mic cylcicyst
Mega segments, be sega, like genesis
I orbits the solar system, listenin'
Guzzlin', never sippin', or slippin' and sympin' when the track is rippin'
I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin'
Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass drenchin'
Just for mentionin', goin' that route, runnin' yo mouth
You get your head smacked off towards down south
And your crew too will be spaced out
Way out, no doubt, y'all niggas need to stop
And get with this cosmic slop
(Cosmic slop, cosmic slop)
And now, we program, we program
Pop in the disk and who the hell is this
Redman, keith murray, erick sermon with the, cosmic slop
And we all pack glocks
Word is bond, word is bond
Fuck around and get shot
As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax
I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
Flyin' expert, puttin' in work
No question, cosmic funk and weed session
Like Gang Starr, step up, it's hard to earn
But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe
The bandit, spittin' dialect umm (umm)
Catchin' wreck umm (umm)
One two microphone check (umm)
Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and beyond
Funkadelic drop the bomb!
Boo-yaa!
I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya
My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers
My flow freeze the nile, the funk child splits the river
Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust
I'm spaced out, I lost my mind on cloud 19
Visine for eyes, when I blow alpines
Dial 9, 0-0, for the hero of the wierdos
I hope my brain don't bust
Transform into a 7-11 slurpie slush
It's the fly, my music will burn eyes
Twice the chemical of Clorox
Then I do an autopse on four cops
When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot
Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk
I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th
With black cats and Haley's comet, blazin' blunts in my driveway
Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends
That def squad will get the fuckin' cream like Noxem, Geyeah
For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that)
Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got 'em
Spaced out, way out, is what I'm talkin' about
In the cosmic slop of the ghetto
Zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu
Zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu
With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations
More cosmic funk innovations in my creation
This cosmic sick mic cylcicyst
Mega segments, be sega, like genesis
I orbits the solar system, listenin'
Guzzlin', never sippin', or slippin' and sympin' when the track is rippin'
I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin'
Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass drenchin'
Just for mentionin', goin' that route, runnin' yo mouth
You get your head smacked off towards down south
And your crew too will be spaced out
Way out, no doubt, y'all niggas need to stop
And get with this cosmic slop
(Cosmic slop, cosmic slop)
And now, we program, we program
Pop in the disk and who the hell is this
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
Cosmic Slop Lyrics as written by Leroy Bonner Reggie Noble
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Word Collections Publishing, Downtown Music Publishing
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