Verse one:
Rogue show men invoke
Get boldly open
And flood earlobes with mythic omens
Emo opuses emoted stain globes like hemoglobin
Red Tide
Hides this unfettered four headed hydra
Alive to imbibe unleaded vibes
And jive with saliva divers
Diverse ESPers on a subversive sea quest to sequester
Like
Some versatile mercs or merciful Percivals
Seek holy mics
Versin’ immersed  in subspace submersibles
Re-emerging with urgency
Emergency
We surface servers to purge and merger with surfers we deem cool
Converse with fervor to word perverts that seed my gene pool
Skoolz
Inseminates my ears with gears pulleys and lines
Latches hatches ratchets and gadgets for crankin my Frankensteins
Like
A mad mans task with a mask and lab of glass flasks
When at last these raps rasp as if  wracked with fits of asthma
And hail from my maelstrom mixed of sweat spit and plasma
My gulf engulfs the bulk of derelict space hulks
Assimilating for tracks each rack and pinion
My pen then assembles as engines for my mechanized minions

Surreal’s verse:
The focus of this opus long lived like cock roaches
Spit the dopest doses over tracks that’s ferocious
In the distant future we become pop stars
Sportin diamond rings and rockin hot cars
Doing videos while surrounded by chicks
Throwing hundred dollar bills while they showin  their tits
Screamin at the camera man its good to be alive
It’s that future pop from surreal and Red Tide

I hunt like Artemis through this artifice to make its art a part of me
As pipes and arteries form my thesis reaches cross coasts
Like prosthesis attacked directly to my ghost.

Chorus:
It’s full of ice
Iceburgs hissin mist and steam
The future pop popsicles melt like alkaseltz
I guess all that bling blings watered you down
Ice is a hot commodity in this town
Its full of ice
Ice capades collapse and that’s that
The future pop is my rap
Flap your wings and fly south ya heard
The future pop is my word

Verse two:
This vast vernacular forms a vascular system
It spans a city planet’s urban sprawl
These gritty kids circumvent the city grids gridlock
And rock the hip hop yes yes ya’all
We traipse a maze of concrete manholes and metal grates
To disseminate on tapes, the funk they emanate
We innovative raiders invade the city states
I long to level devastate then levitate
This parts for you to hark
As I bargain with jargon Argonauts
To darken spots our flows harken and barken argos
Sailin on sound waves and backbones branded with barcodes
My mode of vocal locomotion mostly lumbers unencumbered
Walks with thunder.
As the crust it’s touched is crushed asunder
Born to plunder
Metamorphosed in silk and silent slumber
My force forced of course to burst forth from the chrysalis
Stompin
Like old school robos with missile fists
Ergo
Complete with surplus circuits servos and turbos
Bur first and foremost
My verse is verbose

Skoolz verse:
No it ain’t it’s more quaint than cantankerous
More coy than campy, still more stank than stagnant swamp samples
I’m simply midi.  I’m amply amplified.  I’m gonna sign your pity on the runnykine


Drowned in obsolete theory
Rogues rewound and expounded
Confounded, I found boundaries at first
Then founded a foundry to forge sound and made round your flat earth,
I fasten fascination to ill fashioned machinations
Mashing madness with nuts and bolts for cuts with cult status
My addict digital stigmatic’s
Commune with me to jam
Displaying input ports fit in the ankles and hands
Swimming in syrup and solutions of soul and silicone
my skill atones for the tone deaf
Bombing calm like cyber shaman
Amen.
I kaleidoscope a vexing complex of funk train wrecked with Tron
Having electric sex in eclectic lexicons
So you’re entangled in the angles
Like light cycle riders.
These metaphors collide inside us
As if Midas knew zen.
My words unfolded, touched the sky
You’re beholding the golden wind

Chorus repeated.