Comrade Punski - Homeboy Sandman

Whoo!

«Flawless victory, ya' niggas can’t do shit to me

Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically»

Whoo!

The biggest baddest they try to banish us with brandishing canisters of

fantasies I came with phantoms

I flow through fathoms of granite for gritty grammar my grandma was famished

I chew the savage with sanity sandwiches

The Yosemite Sam it’s the bandits I’m disenchanted disadvantaged abandoned

My table manners have managed to vanish

My mind is over matter my outer limits further a mile a minute

I’m so demented po' Dominicans all in my dominion that mo' hysteria

Mercenaries is known to scurry through my area running from redrum’ers who

rummage through rubbish for reasons you couldn’t believe it

My mind a malice and man this is mammoth

I mimic manors overseeing scenery, seeping obscenity

The semen is steaming the ig’nance is beating the demons

The coffers is empty the coffins is heavy

The ceremonies is many, inner city is a Serengeti a safari of sin through

December from January

Icy as Ben & Jerry’s the adversaries is various where’s there’s smoke there’s

fire or Rastafarians

I blaze a chariot through city I’m dead serious sitting pretty period

«I'm super lyrical, with brain-booster chemicals

That’s used up tentacles inside of my mental projectable»

The most aggressive professor versus the censors that’s out to censor the

message I take adventures with my father in heaven

I shot the sheriff but not the lieutenant I hope the deputy shoot the president

My presence impressive as the Russians in wrestling

Intensive attention deficits pepper my senses I’m lunar-powered I’m

solar-powered I’m colder than Colin Powell my colon and bowels is swollen with

vowels

I’m rolling on rivers I’m rolling rubbers my sisters and brothers and cousins

be pissing in public

Taking summons and shoving motherfuckers we ain’t running from nothing

My pretty lady my baby my sugar muffin we loving we lusting gorilla-fucking and

the razor racing ruffians

This trainer brazenly blazing Republicans and razor raising the racists and

rapists

I’m singing praises like California Raisins I’m hailed as the caped crusader of

Puerto Rican paraders I’m throwing grenades I got dames in Grenada

I got more bars than granola promoters I caught Ebola and didn’t notice

I’m known as the ayatollah with swollen cojones

My slew of soldiers is shoulder-to-shoulder versus the soldiers that pull us

over to soak us with hoses

Am I supposed to just hold my composure what type of doja these motherfuckers

smoking?

Instead I’m focused composing a opus and my approach is whatever’s

inappropriate and I’m ghost

«Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser

As smart as MacGyver could put honor inside the heart of a liar»