From the album Vanarchy
From the vantage point I vandalize, always advancing vanarchy // As hip hop's Van Gogh I find vanswer and vanish vanity // In the vansion when I'm crafting poetic manuscripts fancifully // From vanimating visions the satisfaction ranks substantially // Let's do it like Vanimals under the forest's canopy // Raindancing candidly, fireflies for candles the vantasy // Achieve nirvanic trances in nature, re-claim our sanity // Then give it back to Earth as ser-vants through creative philanthropy
Evangelicals in Vancouver assume that I worship Satan // Because I'm in their parking lot at twelve noon tripping shrooms to Van Halen // They don't see my Vangelic beauty, through their view I'm a vagrant // A galavanting escapist that's irresponsibly blatant // Rather complacent I navigate as a vanguard // And write in the savannah because managing rent is damn hard // So cast your judgement's bitches this camper van is my land barge // Join the Bohemian caravan and take a chance in free lance art
Feeling like a Vanderbilt, lamping in the van I build // Courageously advantageous living shameless I'm not a man of guilt // Won't stop until the plan is killed I live to whip around // So put the van in park, grab your bike, and let's adventure through sound
Fuck what's on the schedule I'd rather get lost cruising on my dope ass bike // Rolling where I like // Cherishing the moments of my only life // I don't run in circles for rent with what little time I get I do what I chose despite // Being told it's not right // Fuck you I trust my light //
Two Kratom capsules, one mini speaker, seven espresso shots // To pedal is the greatest the music echoes and deads my thoughts // I locate special spots that the van could have never seen // Life is pleasant I'm completely present and one with heaven's gleam // Earthworm. King of Dirt. I live the meadow dweller's dream // Never crushed by pressure or stress I play the mellow team // Vanarchist rebelliousness, bang your head it's a metal thing // Dodging fourth dimension devils who embezzle schedules don't let them bring // Lotus petals to your festivals they poisoned the pretzels wells and springs // To restrict us from the next level because they know the Dimethyltryptamine // In your Pineal Gland released each night when you dream is the connective string // To higher consciousness but they stop us because you can't control a populous of celestial beings
NONE. AND I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NONE. OF THAT SHIT. IS BACKED UP BY SCIENCE. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS HIPPIE ... DIPPIE ... BULLSHIT.
FUCK FERAL THE EARTHWORM. SIGNED, YOUR PAL, MC MOTHERFUCKING LUNCHBOXX. OH!
DRIVING ROUND' THE DAMN COUNTRY LIVING YOUR DAMN DREAMS