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haiku d'etat - kats lyrics

[verse 1: aceyalone]
top cat rocking like a top hat
like felix with the bag of tricks we got that
how you feel garfield chasing the kitty
she’s so pretty young feline she gotta be mine
i’m like katmandu she like cat man don’t
you like pepe le pieux you wanna hit it but you won’t
she likes my eye of the tiger claw that hugs & squeezes her
but can’t stand my cat scan eyes that sees her

[verse 2: abstract rude]
raise that thermometer apex
we’re gonna go way back
thelonious abstract harmonious cats
its jazz alley cats the riff raff
heathcliffe word on the street is you’re big bad
same commentary tom & jerry cats away the mice will play
grab a little then be on their merry way
scram!

[verse 3: myka 9]
skat cats and fiddles the litter box and vittles
to blind eyes of kittens with 9 lives remember that’s cat
dander lion dandy fluff coat cool cat catastrophe
it’s either me or that cat has to leave
i’m allergic to cats i can’t breathe, they make me sneeze
some people eat cats
some cats carry disease tbs and rabies
take ’em to the vet so they don’t make no more babies

[verse 4: aceyalone]
i’m just a kool kat bringing the cool back
it’s out the bag drug from up under the rug
i’m that cat on the prowl cat burglar style
cat daddy with all the catnips getting around
she would hiss when we kissed she used to scratch my lips
now she purr when i rub her fur she can’t resist
i’m just lion/lying in the den like a king of the jungle
cat woman on my lap will go wherver the fun go

[verse 5: abstract rude]
where they operate on you and x-ray your body
well let’s state the obvious go see the doctor
cat – scan detects the cancer
think back the panthers oakland los angeles
bat-man vs. the joker penguin the riddlore villains in gotham
smack – pow! here’s a rap style
no fear don’t back down batter ram the crack house

[verse 6: myka 9]
fat cats and riddles like the sphinx
middle of the street cat just slow down a little points
black cats – a superst-tious fact
reflecting from the fear in their eyes
and my headlights when i drive
flat cats at night
people for ethical treatment of animals sent me a summons
it was reported there were clumps of cat hair on the front of my hummer
cat’s are finicky stray cats was gimmicky

[verse 7: aceyalone]
what a siditty kitty ain’t it the truth
on a hot tin roof 110 proof
walking the catwalk look at the hawks hawk
yo all the catcalls got you turned into a saber tooth
wanna take a nice stroll through my temple
kinda hoping you can be the one to keep the rats away
my pet peeve is an alley cat with fleas
so exit stage left he went that-a-way

[verse 8: abstract rude]
it’s raining cats and dogs
we maintaining barcodes in the catalog
it’s another cattle call and they collecting ’em all
stripping ’em of who they are – artist & repertoire
the route of haiku d’etat
no matter no superstar
one of a kind records part of a trifecta
tigers and leopards

[verse 9: myka 9]
scram! skidoodle
i’ll scoot you with my broom in neutral
the veterinarian euthanizes you lost 1 life
you had 9 now you got 8 by growling great dane
7 sent to heaven when they locked you in the garage
with the engine still revin’ all night
6 with the next cats
checks you with a very bad scratch bite
which happened to inflict such a thick wound
ouch that you die because you bled to death
high 5 wire you were on a very thin line
then your hair stands up you can’t move
you’re stuck in a state of shock from 50,000 volts
poor guy 4 paws landed on your feet
but from a 4th story floor fall
3 lives left protect each breath
survive on stealth cunning and yet your mortality meets you
as a laboratory tech putting needles in your neck
you got 2 souls left, you’re a pet all you do is rest
eat the best food chase birds to their nests
cool owners – good flea collars
but you get bored and curious
so you decide to fly and as you ride in the sky
coughing up hairb-lls in an animal transport container
you hear psst psst
hey big boy meet me later when the plane lands
i can tell from your smell that you’re from the mainland
you meow back what’s the game plan
she goes rarr rarr
you both get inspected by the customs agent
make a daring escape through an unseen exit
then you decide to stop and get frisky
in the back of a cafe where p-ssy is the delicacy
so you get fried – now you only have 1 life
i hope you get old and gray before you die

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