Caterpillar

The hem of her dress spills over What covers the seat N'flutters in the breeze like Caterpillars on a leaf Hair the hue of lions, Beaches dried by morning suns Promise you will write me a poem Of who I am 'for sadness comes Oh it comes in slow slow whispers When it comes feels like long long winters She placed her hand in the sun and With her shadow smoothed me down Turn your mind down low now Hold me close 'for madness comes Oh it comes in slow slow whispers When it comes feels like long long winters Let it come in slow slow whispers Let it come with its long long winters

Les filles dans nos cœurs Font des travaux d'aménagement Souvent au marteau piqueur Et sans ménagement Si vous voyiez dans ma poitrine le chantier Il se peut que par déprime comme moi vous chantiez {Refrain:} Caterpillar dans la lingerie fine Dans l'eau de Shalimar les barres à mines Pour tout démolir de nos anciens braseros Effacer les souvenirs et repartir à zéro Les filles dans nos cœurs Font leurs grands travaux Pour qu'on redevienne enfants d'cœurs Des p'tits nouveaux Alors bulldozers grosses machines pelleteuses Regardez dans ma poitrine le trou qu'elles creusent {Au Refrain} Les filles nous font pas peur Parce qu'elles sont toutes petites Mais elles nettoient dans nos cœurs A la dynamite Pour ôter les anciennes douceurs de cousines Qui nous avaient demandé l'heure un soir en cuisine {Au Refrain} Les filles dans nos cœurs Font des travaux d'aménagement Souvent au marteau piqueur Et sans ménagement Si vous voyiez dans ma poitrine le chantier Il se peut que par déprime comme moi vous chantiez {Au Refrain}

Flicka flicka flicka, here you are Cata cata cata, caterpillar girl Flowin' and fillin' up my hopeless heart Oh never, never go Oh, I dust my lemon lies With powder, pink and sweet The day I stop is the day you change And fly away from me You flicker and you're beautiful You glow inside my head You hold me hypnotized, I'm mesmerized Your flames are flames that kiss me dead I'll dust my lemon lies With powder, pink and sweet The day I stop is the day you change And fly away from me Oh, flicka flicka flicka, here you are Cata cata cata, caterpillar girl Flowin' and fillin' up my hopeless heart Oh never, never go Oh, I dust my lemon lies With powder, pink and sweet The day I stop is the day you change Fly away, away from me Cata cata cata, caterpillar girl Cata cata cata, caterpillar girl Cata cata cata, caterpillar girl Cata cata cata, caterpillar girl

I'm falling out With everything around me now Losing what I used to be And I'm over it They have been to the moon I'm just a caterpillar dead in my cocoon Swept by my mind's typhoon And I'm all at sea I wish it could be different Wish there was no dampness here Oh we shouldn't have listened To the angst and the fear I had it all Rivers of gold and forest so tall But I ran my canoe down a waterfall Started a wildfire I wish it could be different Wish there was no dampness here Oh we shouldn't have listened To the angst and the fear I wish it could be different Wish there was no dampness here Oh I shouldn't have listened To the angst and the fear Here I sit in silence as it's rising at me And I'm afraid that I'm not taking my chances How do I know it's light in the horizon that I see? I've seen questions, but never answers Darkness to me is only water to the sea I've only ever heard of drought I used to be the one with the grandest of dreams But how can hope keep believing through the war?

I want to fly I want to feel my life Still belongs to me No matter what I want to fly I want to flap my wings And cause a hurricane in your heart Butterflies Better lies than hate But I can't pretend anymore I'm tired of suppressing all of my needs I want to belong to the cloudless sky Not to the shaded ground But it's so hard to admit That I lived without your light Trying not to believe that I need it more Now the bleeding won't stop For I struggled through the barbed wire Trying not to believe that I need your love Trying not to believe in love I wanted to turn into a butterfly But I couldn't trust you enough I was tired of suppressing all of my needs I wanted to belong to the cloudless sky Not to the shaded ground But it's so hard to admit That I lived without your light Trying not to believe that I need it more Now the bleeding won't stop For I struggled through the barbed wire Trying not to believe that I need your love Trying not to believe in love But it got me now

You will not be able to stay home, brotha You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on Skag and skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You ain't number one, just another one Now everybody sayin' that they number one Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh) I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at? See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas You number one when it come to slaughtering mics I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life Uh, all you niggas my little rapper babies Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading My style got so many different facets I switch into so many different passions I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin' My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs These rappers only won their matches because they strategize I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' ahh This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You ain't number one, just another one Now everybody sayin' that they number one Kid think your number won't quit Number one song, get your number one chic Number one fly with your number one kick When it's all done then your number gon' switch Hold up, wait a minute Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors That could be the death of you Never let someone who's not as smart as you Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never knew Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do Everything these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie It's nothing I can say to you that is realer Remember when you praisin' the butterfly Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You ain't number one, just another one Now everybody sayin' that they number one Kid think your number won't quit Number one song, get your number one chic Number one fly with your number one kick When it's all done then your number gon' switch You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill A savage still The track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin' Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again Pad to pen, I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot You copy me, but you're not You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths I see that thing, I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah 'Til the shingles come off the roof, we'll shout at the ceiling Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk And the language I speak is my mind Kingpin and Penguin combined Spit like it's King of the Dot A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart The frauds from the cream of the crop (Wait a minute, hold up) like a flashcard Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage? It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch It's a manslaughter Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods In fact, you're exact opposites, you make a wack song And can't hold a candle, but even Daniel-son whacks off You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap Lumberjack with a hacksaw Number one, but my pencils are number twos 'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements These beats are like my saloons 'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem I'm 'bout to go spin a cocoon Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb Then I'm flushin' you!