LALA DADA, or Symphony No. 96 in D Major
5:45, on the Milla de Milagro
Java going lava flowing fresh from Tiago
No Iago in my Othello, want it Sable Sybil like night
I’ll take a kneecap like Kap if the flava ain’t right
Metropolitans for the crown, Spotify all “Blue in Green”
Zebra shell-toe on the prowl, salt and pepper looking mean
Ducats jingling, we mingling and definitely singling
Out the faces of the weaseling, cases of the Riesling
But who dat over there gracing the tilted apostrophe?
Cyclops on a triceratops, stare down, they keep watching me.
Spread love from the tar to the foxy fairgrounds
To 5-Ring Blvd to 16 breezeway, let your hair down
Soon we air-bound on bikes like we straight Amblin
Not Spielberg, but the footwork, risk taking, gambling
We blitz ’em and say “Bye, son” on some ol’ Grambling
Toast to crowds over easy, stir ’em up, they scrambling
Stepping out on the Shire, wheels all smooth leather
Street classics only, never dealing with fairweathers
Thoughts hydroplane, slide from temple to temple
It’s simple, what kind of drama can we get into?
Moonwalk the boulevard, step in the Hop like royalty
Ticker tape parade status, greetings ’cause of the loyalty
Cake up for the peeps who were bereft from heft theft
Golden waffles crash coma, the prodigal son never left
Coffee cherry pusher next door, been doing it for years
Mix with sugar glory, SK since ’89, tears for fears
Drop buckets of Nantucket, Kirby Puckett with the aluminum
Looming ruckus with the bumptious near the new Jerusalem
Architecture, Googie style, on the way to the Groove
We V-sign as we beeline, Streamline Moderne, so smoove
Two subways left, another underground, overland route
Tout the Ring Shout, shout out to P. Djeli, no doubt
Get it on, El Rey poppin concertos, Busby boogie nights
K-town — annyeong-haseyo — got Seoul, Bev Hills wanna fight
Hollywood to the north, Mid-City repping just below
Milagro hold down the middle, so the center don’t blow
We scrrrtt to the left, grab hangers for dear life
Orange grove by oil fields, they cut it all with a knife
Get the soul windows checked, rush shipping so it’s faster
Geordi La Forge-visor shit, Scott Summers optic blasters
Prosecco got me Picassoing fresh frescos as I settle
Kettle chips, sipping black orange pekoe by palmettos
Art Deco echoes flank you like geckos in the desert
Desert eagles play pattycake while coyotes subvert
Spit shine, they fit fine, the lit sign reads neon
Xenon purple undercarriages, we cooler than freon
Candy peppermint poop emoji looms over the west
Short a dollar, make ’em holla catawampus from this mess
Giant SLR on the street aiming atcha, strike a pose
Jazzy nights welcome weekend, museum use ’em til close
Do your thang, chain swang, dough bakeries stack hard
McMansions clowns, neighbors say “not in my backyard”
Towers in X’s, park of tar, exhale excellent criteria
Gasoline rainbows traverse the block cause exterior hysteria
For specifics, get in the pit for sadistic calisthenics
If you mimic, you might be a statistic in Pan-Pacific
The hieroglyphics of our linguistics be our sig-alert
Razzy Raz shy down, tell her Bezel digs flirts
Every gig hurts if the jig works like gangbusters
But we cool with the tools, long-range hustlers
Jerk the yellow line, the local stops, scan for mellow crimes
360 Deuce, street Peloton, killing fellows all the time
But the mile ain’t changing, Kryptonians keep angling
Reppin since prehistoric, armed like T-Rex and pangolins
Out-of-towners get the downers, we be hard to modify
Metropolitans for the crowners, “Blue in Green” on Spotify
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