Strange Hammer - Rob Sonic

Rob Sonic

Definitive Jux

Telicatessen (echo)

(alright!)

Old world

Must free

Warhead

Husky

Last car

Dusty

Save us

Must be

Free ride

Rush the

Peace train

Shoot me

Dog, curb, blurred out, just to circa 70's

Rock, roof, plaid, two enemy

Compost, fast food, centipede

Bust our fuzz, hour waiting for the late show

Gallery of greats when the place closed

Downtown polarize a grey stove

Sound stashed, over by the payphone

Guzz back, dizzy battle city where they rhyme first

Welcome to the place where the time lurks

With no deciding lines or design perks

They only recognize if your mind works

Eighty-hour weeks and you speak like a stone

Cheap stove fever by the nightstand

Seafoam fever down on my end

Repo, demon, diamond, iceland

Leading with my right hand

Leak a bath hose

Strange hammer in a hazard field

Cause the man with the gun got the mass appeal

Do we stand, do we run, do we ask if it’s real?

Do we land on the sun if our cash is concealed?

Easel, author, son of secrets

Diesel, daughters, posturepedic

People, bosses, pawns and pieces

Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Ediths

Free who can echo days

Mobile home, digest

Wild flex, superhuman bicep

Sigh nest, who can prove an Ibex?

Ricochet, Richard Bay, fix a fate of violence

And who can rip the place like a chinet?

And move a picture frame that defines fresh?

And tell it to the rain while it’s eye’s wet?

Drive less, frizzy, dry, product placement

The blinds drive, echo winter solstice

The iPod break a head in post script

The eyes I faded in hypnosis

Twice a week just to speak, crazy, cannot focus

Easel, author, son of secrets

Diesel, daughters, posturepedic

People, bosses, pawns and pieces

Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Ediths

Waste, excess, style a concentrated way to look

Wormhole on hiatus beta-hook

Sony, son of Sega mega crook

Hook it like Samsung, serving up my can-can

Flim-flim, power to the xenophobe

10−10, hour for the screen a pro

Engine, flower for the scenic roads

To the bank, thank the monks while I’m here, audio

Video Vanguard, village gate

Studio, landshark, Philip Tate

Radio, ramparts, illustrates

Rocket man, Aquaman, prototype, collagen

Sinners, Jean Killer, green clock

Then isn’t he differently mocked?

Three-way, evade, histamine block

The phantom blade can’t enrage

Hammer, strange, stop?

Strange hammer in a hazard field

Cause the man with the gun got the mass appeal

Do we stand, do we run, do we ask if it’s real?

Do we land on the sun if our cash is concealed?

Easel, author, son of secrets

Diesel, daughters, posturepedic

People, bosses, pawns and pieces

Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Edith’s

Poetic Queens

The Bronx

Manhattan

Brooklyn

Staten Island

It’s on the train

We out of space

We out of space