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The Ineffable Me

Sonic Youth

A Thousand Leaves

1998

Can't catch me 
I'm syntax free 
I'm preconceived 
Preternaturally 
I don't invest 
In what is best 
Your once and for all 
Means shit to me

Gao just got charged with arson
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend
Syntax is my

Here's the syntax
Vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Been tax, been taxed, miss minimal

smoke)
Light that tree lets get high (I'm trynna smoke, I'm trynna smoke)
I get high (I'm trynna smoke, I'm trynna smoke)
I get high (I'm trynna smoke, I'm

And when's the last time you seen what yo bitches wearing?
Cause for me it was nothing I ain't sharing this eviction fairly
Got some syntax for your girl

Upgrade the NPC’s abstract syntax trees
Funnel beastly debri towards parsing subtleties
The day arrive when the AI finally go live
Finality of the play’s

humping scripture, yeah well,
On a full moon
Pre-fab in the 9th house,
Flipping-flopping in a gender neutral blouse,
Abstract verse just to out-joust,
Just

Because I get taxed
Nah, this ain't no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or useless chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fat and who has a six pack

I walk through the blood to make my own path
Abstract are the flames that I scry
When the sun's black
Yeah the black hole sun
The sun's blacked
I had

ripe hanging from a tree
Only thing that I see when I, when I
And our fruit is still ripe hanging from a tree
Only thing that I see

Well now we're

Get like me
Try to do another flow in this Beat
You ain't about to smoke up my Tree
What? who? how you gone Doubt me
Walk through smelling loud Like me

The way you play gets caught in my teeth
cs if the six brass strings were feeding me
cnd the notes that I sing, fruit on a tree
Won't you just pick me?

I

and roam
Work on my syntax and flows
Devise rhymes to impact their dome
I remain writing scriptures
Maintain that my life is a plight for the elixir
I want

Will say
You sang a softer song
A steady beat
Stay awake tonight
Tomorrow we wait inside of a world that is void of syntax and measurable time
Safety

No sweaty palms
That's obsolete
150 For that OZ
Cousin gonna deal with me
Ain no annually
Keep it in the family
New branches to expand the tree
On your

you do inadequately
The tree of life's apples low hanging, fruit
And i believe Adam sent me to speak the truth radically

I emcee, and thus
Move

thinking
How you repent
This Is syntax
Here to reject The sound you was sent
To bring you simps back
To get the revelation
That you missed
The portion that's

said I'm upping my level and did that
The stu and the bank two places I been at
Talk to me nice correcting the syntax
You know somebody like me where he

of your colors
Abstract perfection you be

The gods take you to meet
At the roots of the ole ash tree
Only thor wades the boiling rivers
And does not cross

of mind Whispers deep in your soul
Across the line Black and white reversed
A simple twist Abstract ends of light collide

Color comes pouring in
Daylight

struggle 
Beg beg beg little drum under blue fire 
Tears are music fallen and now abstract and utterly horizontal
Had it been abstract from the start - is it

Abstract surroundings
Nothing makes sense
Visions from the past and future colliding
 
His nails dug into the dark cold stone
Step by step, crawling through

seemingly-random, disordered syntax trying desperately to arrange itself into something finite, resolute and communicable. 
I am the chord progression seeking

alright

Standing underneath the sea like a barnacle to be
Or a seed with no tree
It's never good to feel worthless
I like to think I have color in a black