Monday, March 21, 2011

Uhh, Oooooooooohhhhh!!...

"___________"

If I got amigos, or there's biddies, or they have alkie, I'M TRYIN TO GET THERE,

Srsly,

Eughs.

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Exodust-Going, Goin...Music a.k.a. Gone Music
{produced by Cornelius No}


One man travelin band/
The lost Allman Brother, ramblin man/
Daniel Boone'in, while the rest of these rappers coonin/
Take the hatch to em have they skin cap in my hands/
No bizarre flow, horror-macabre show/
But swing the machete like in the Congo/
Wherever gets cleared that's where gon go/
Bizarro Waldo (Orson Well(e)s Fargo)/
Both grandpops was rolling stones/
So no roaming zones and the mobile phone/
With the eyes on the home of the Toblerone/
Just pack up the tote and go, and then/
Gone/

Never was much of a cartographer/
But gotten places that for others it was a problem for/
Strollin on this rode that those have wrote about before/
But so/
Yo, no respect for imaginary border lines/
Smack a domestic protective patroller with this passport of mine/
P ractioners and proponents of feudalism I'm feudin with em/
Foot in they ass and that's not a euphemism/
Move in a shogun influenced manner/
Travel patterns patterned after Canadian mallards/
Olympic torch bearers train to follow the footsteps/
Pay bills stacked taller than Bushwick/
Could get mixed up/
Feel it in the chest like Vicks' Rub/
The inner G.P.S. does the damn thing/
So move like Hannibal on a campaign/
Somebody told me it's not the journey it's the destination/
So do Antony Bourdain with no reservations/
Somebdy said it's not the destination but the journey/
So leave any messages with my attorney/
Avoidin the wrong ways/
Bumpin that second-to-last track off of that second Kanye/
Payin dues to be makin moves/
Can't contemplate the places dude been taken to/
Through the streets of Tokyo, the top of Paris/
London-Town to Monterrey where a nigga got stared at/
Bein immobile's not the steelo/
Tryin to re-up to get to Bogota and Rio (Colombia, Brazil)/
Want the same tour manager as the Called Quest/
Fillin the blank spots, Lewis & Clarke shit/
Doin the darndest, in the wilds/
With a magnetic compass, hidden village ninja style/
Descendant of Spaniards on a conquest/
Know which side of the tree where the moss is/
North Starship navigator/
Coordinates plotted in graphing calculators/
Nigga, I'm a globetrotter/
You tryin to match miles, don't bother/
World's shrinking faster than George Costanza in cold water/
When you can't see the forest for the trees/
Theophilius London, flyin goin overseas/
No embargoes or travel warnings could stop cuz/
If the music's anything to go off of.../

Here I go/

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