Chorus:

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First verse: Shred Lexicon

Words are weapons in the war of ideas, pay attention
The message is clear
Come here grab your gear, Let’s race,
quicken your pace and taste the sweet mind of grace
Erased by dates and haste
Waste out of control my soul chase my goals
My face is spaced
Heads be on my pole like totem
Cloaked in night, footsteps approaching
Is it Odin? Have I been chosen?
Delve into myth and be awoken by the poems
I leave heads inprisoned in word prisms
Disturbed and conflicted between ambitious living and the image of magician
Utopian socialist vision, this is
The illusion of substance when drones walk among us
Cloned functions of nothingness
Thumprints of simian underlings
Myriad other things to trouble us so double-down on ugliness
It’s the safest bet in town
Shred Lex the Dostoevskian specimin, olympian equestrian champion
Comin’ with the idiom giddy-up
Takin’ on insidious idiots with manuscripts
Cannabis activists all know my style’s miraculous
Complex like calculus dig crazy deep like analysts
God was the catalyst
The rest of us reactionists (word!)
So react to this!

Chorus:

Fragments of segments of tangents of fragments of segments of tangents of fragments of segments of tangents, fragments of segments of tangents, fragments of segments of tangents.

Second verse: Shred Lexicon

Regenerated flyin’ defyin’ the laws of physics
Flip like gymnasts I’m a wordsmith like linguists
English language misfit givin’ credit where it’s due but never where it isn’t
I got a notebook in my backpack and I don’t look back at
That which I know I cannot change
Or what I lost and can’t regain
I made peace with what remains and own my name!
I’m the famed circular interpreter of foreign tongue murmerers
Shred Lex the nurturer of flows alarming burglars
I’d like to remedy the pressing quest for next
Yet heads het stressed and perplexed by my text
Direct hex on your house, detect my sex
Recollect times spent bugging
Shrugging my shoulders at apparitions coming at me running
Sunken treasure hunting in my mind when I’m blunted
Suddenly confronted by a hundred million ideas
Plugging in my harpsichord next to a smorgasbord
My oratory force of course is more than simply charming
My uncommon bombin got you cooked like Ramen you can ask the Shaman
Rockin’ drum circles where forgotten souls drop in and get open
Emotion gropin’ old men feel the omen of the showman!

Chorus:

Fragments of segments of tangents of fragments of segments of tangents of fragments of segments of tangents, fragments of segments of tangents, fragments of segments of tangents.

Third verse: Phon-X

Fragments of segments of tangents
Running rampant causing tantrums, pandemonium
Beats breaking’ on a linoleum ocean
Potent quotes are spoken of thoughts caught up in the wheel spoke
You need the torque of horses on coke racing Porsche’s
To cope with my nautious portions of endorphins
First I court the flow with dinner and candy, get randy like rrrrrrRRRRR
Stick a Mickey in the brandy til it’s hickeys
Then it’s risky business, flow fitness like gymnasts in the Olympics
Giving birth to my mouth’s inertia
Follow my words like a cursor as I disperse
Verbs, nouns & adjectives, looser than a laxative
On a kid who thinks he’s eating chocolate
Remember that? Getting busted by the teachers
In the pep rally, shitstains running down the bleachers
RHP in the speakers til there were blown tweeters
Exfyl getting blown by the cheerleaders
Style red-hot like Anthony Keedis’ chili pepper
See me at the dogfight betting on the Irish Setter
Rhyming better than Wyclef in November
Assign the letters R H P to the definition of a trendsetter
It’s Phon-X & Shred Lex tectonics with Exfyl the epicenter

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