(Lyrics): Frozen Musik

You may remember such flavors as Hummus with Fromage,
But now, Halfrican Cracker is available in calimari,
Order your blogging Octopus today...

Now some of you know me as "this" or "that" name,
Or by my face,
Well I'm a half African, so call me Halfrican,
Like you: a little yang and yin,
A black panther, but a cracker rapping in the key of,
"Goddam! Not another white-black rapper chanting mantras in the forms of raps...man."
Well, I come to represent the contrast,
So don't make the mistake: I AM in the evening what I AM in the morning A.M,
Can the choir get an amen?

...and in my mind I can play it back and hear you say it again...

And what I'm listening to is the future, from the mind of Medusa
When we're living on the moon,
On Lady Luna.
In the future when we convert pollution so we can use it,
And that's not the answer,
That's the cannibus speaking in me singing me stanzas,
In smoke-ring clouds,
Lighting candle wicks on mannequin fingertips and then blowing them out.

I weave the opposites like peace and conflict together,
Check my consciousness like you're predicting the weather,
And that's blind, like numbers, where we've figured them out,
Numbers are colors and insects see them as sound.
You hear that now?
That's the sound of the Here and Now hearing me out,
Lost in the profound, to theme music mimicking me,

I pause.

...a bboy standing in my yoga stance,
'Cuz even yoda's bobbing his head to these rhymes I'm saying,
Before I pull a Leonard Cohen and retreat to a cave.
See, I'm the only couch-surfer camper-van camper rapper,
Rapping both for amateurs and masters,
Hunters and gatherers,
Drivers and passengers,
Family men and bachelors,
From yours truly: the Halfrican Cracker.

...A spirit realizing his flesh,
Like mother's milk from the breasts of McDonalds' M.
I look at Bush as another Buddha blooming, so get used to it,
'Cuz truth is relative like lover-cousins at a family reunion,
So eat shrooms'n shit, pack your tent and rouse your camels,
They want to clean the earth but their minds are landfills,
With acidic opinions like fastfood bathrooms...
And they want to serve me?

They might as well fine dine a Mayan in Tacobell in Cancun,
So what have you?
I'm a do a little Charlie Chaplin rapping on mute, because...

Even a stone is frozen music...

It's like solar-panel paint you can paint on your homes,
Imitating chlorophyll on the molecular level,
So tap into it with your wireless electrodes,
Hands in the air,
Hiphop phone home: kneeling in prayer.
Hiphopping chakras, spilling energy from the stars,
Carving crop circle Zen garden on Hearts...

So pick a card:
There's 4 suites to speak of.
We got the spades, the clubs, diamonds, the hearts (making 4 seasons)
With red and black as night and night,
But examine this here: there's 52 in a deck, like the weeks in a year,
And if you add it up, it equals 365,
Where I cut the deck, like a jet splitting the air,

No re-running anything!
Every moment's an open mic,
Tired of watching tourists treat Gaia like a trophy wife,
So back to the shuffle: keeping our eyes on the calender,
Haunting shallow MC's like a night at the Palliser, because...

Even a stone is frozen music.