(Notebook Noise)
Sometimes they come from somewhere out in space
The words spin around and funnel through my face
Some teleporting hole from outta my soul
Lets me know, which words I ought to pull
Sometimes it’s simple, “like magnets on a fridge?”
Sometimes it’s dark, lonely and on a bridge
I get them people watching, at others expenses
I get them from the pulse of all my senses
I get em looking good, I get em looking broke
And I still get em even if I don’t smoke
I’ve got some from Hubble quest and Fluid Minds
And lady faces, with their fine ass behinds
Instrumentals mostly, make me go mental
And if I camped again, I could prolly get a tent full
I get them on stage and I can get them at random
I get them with other guys, so I guess I go tandem


(Chorus)
The professionals rehearse while the amateurs practice and the naturals stand around and think the fastest


(Hubblequest)
Brain to brain
Vein to vein
Plane to plane
Train to train
Cold cold coordination
Of the eye, combined the hands and minds
In between the lines where work is work
and crime is crime
maybe neither are worth a single dime
unless its organized
I can't explain the pain
Assuming the blue falls straight out of the sky
I'm not the only one ready rhyme, ready to die
to find a waste of time
The definition when somebody doesn't think
Letting precious seconds slide by
You can watch a movie while you drive
But you'll have to prove to me you're live
On a different scene and speak a whole different jive
I want the titties in mouth
The pussy in my lap
The cash in my hand
You see, these be the think fast tactics and mathematics of a nasty man


(Chorus)