Konichiwa
Casey Benjamin saxophone vocals, tanktop! [applause]
Burniss Travis on the bass and being very ugly [applause]
Mark Colemburg on the drums [applause]
Where’s Colemburg? [laughter]
Yo, where’s Colemburg?
What song is that? [laughter]
Yo, where’s Colemburg? [laughter]
What song is that?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Elegant dust falls like water off tall cliffs
What starts as icebergs and small drips
Gangs up in what you can call crips
(Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a God?
What’s a God to a non-believer
Who don’t believe in anything?)
Blue seas, slipping like skis over the top like T’s
Camouflage colored, chamomile on the battlefield
I relax and chill, yeah
Dapper Dan daffodils
Two G’s worth of recording gear to make reports for your ears
I’m a little teapot, short and stout
But I’m a little ski shop, sports and routes
(Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a God?
What’s a God to a non-believer
Who don’t believe in anything?)
[?] double black diamond
Took that shop to a resort now I’m shining
Don’t get a bullet lodged
I’m just here to lift ’em up, I didn’t duck
Figure the flow icy so get a puck
[?] homie is sick as fuck
Look at it closely, but do it anti-socially
It’s a winter wonderland but it’s toasty
Two slots I work with both days
Two shots dapper pants
Niagara used to fall on my pair
Step outside, hear the voice of Creasy Bear
All up in the air like “Yeah”
Shit’s the bomb, come talk to the derriere
Take every care, go blind stare in that glare
The air, Kool-Aid and Pierrier
Three cheers til they get him to cheer
I be blessed, sports and routes
I play with paths like Professor X
My on IG, that means you can snort the house
Tokyo freeze, look all this powder about, ha