Silica (Vox Pop) Video (MV)

You want mutton you could put me in the hot pot
You want mutton you could put me in the hot pot

Kick the pail, my extravagant plot
Watch him pop up out the pussy like a jack in the box, if
You want mutton you could put me in the hot pot
In my private ocean it's okay to be the top spot
Learned my manners from David Banner when he gave me the god box
The cosmonaut spaceman voyage like the vostok
Seen four fingers with a conical shape
Took to many tabs of acid made me wanna vomit my plate
Private estate, I am just a personal ultra-liberal
Those hurt are often cynical
Inserted all the intervals
She told me I ain't shit
I'm like, It's miniscule
My physic is a limit so I choose to spit it spiritual admittable
So is it logic or is it vox pop
Expiremental mix my hip-hop with vintage synth pop
Haters can suck giant barnacle dick with the lip lock
They won't hate you in the AD's gone love that nigga like Chris Rock
What the f*ck you having me on
Brain puzzled in the mix like base metals building cadmium bronze, wand, huh
The shark swimming in the shoal, hearts bitter shit is cold
I forgive em for my own
Lighting strike its quite the sight when pure silica from land mass
Sand bar to the sand bank to the sand bag
Had me in a caddy after stacking all these damn racks
Condom in the glove box
Vagina of godiva where my hands at (yuh yuh)
Airtight, jam packed (uh)
I acquire knowledge from the highest sage
Human de-evolution beginning with the Iron Age pious brain
Elemental psyche rape
I do not conspire only thing that I contrive is pain
Iron gray shaft verify a broke bitch don't see the light of day
Ultra-micro phasers left my prints and see the violet rain

Glory or glamour
Glory, glory, glory, glory, glory
Or glamour
Glamour (bitch)
Glamour
Or glamour