Release the red balloon and watch it float beyond.
It seems the end is soon at the hands of a homely god.
I’m openly arrogant, proud, and prodding at the beauty nerves.
Removing curses takes a lot of energy. It could be worse.
This music is moving, but it reflects no pain.
It deflects the strain of movement, but rejects a human brain.
It flexes creepy muscles and caresses people’s bubbles,
With a vexing, minimal contact method stresses seem to buckle.
Up, up, under the beads of sweat that fuel this sentient computer.
Better bring a better interface, less it rejects the user.
With a keyboard tap and a mouse click, I open an infinite vault.
It topples off of the top of the world. While the simians stick to a cot.
These chains, these chains, these chains are fucking dragging on the tile floor.
With a wild roar and a verse I’ll bring a tear to your eye like a child whore.
Crippled and climbing a mile more toward heaven with a lottery ticket.
There’s onyx on the picket fences. I’m sorry that Pop couldn't get it.
I’ll bomb it and bomb it again with a palm and a pen I’ll scrawl my wit.
And paint the world with an open and beautifully bleeding heart until the stop watch clicks.
And stops in its shivering tracks. I’m consistent delivering raps.
Here’s a fresh batch, frigid and wrapped in plastic. Real spitting is back.
On "Cheetah in the City," L.A. rapper Blu teams with Parisian duo Union Analogtronics. The result is a jaunty rap collab, full of synthesized funk-focused beats. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 7, 2016