My Definition Of A Boombastic Jazz Style

You wash your face in my sink

In my sink

You wash your face in my sink

In my sink (sink)

You wash your face in my sink

In my sink (sink)

You wash your face in my sink

Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld

Revealed if possible like a walk in a mind field

Sadly you get up to bat and take a swing thing

Should I

Shouldn't I try?

Too late

You sunk into the sink that I wash my face

You wash your face in my sink

In my sink

Tougher

That's what I'm getting

I'm getting rougher

And you beat me?

Suffer

The attempt of an attempt well tried

Well your side tried

But my side will never be denied

Cause I'm swinging it stinging neglection

With an injection of truth

I've come to untwist the twisted youth

How does it feel now that I've got you all to think?

Yeah, and wash your face in my sink

You wash your face in my sink

Here I go I here I go I here I go again

I have a little place to send a little false friend

Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts

A little negative taught

Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence

That makes sense

So now I change the tune for the tune allows changes

For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges

What I just spoke into a language called speech

You try to catch it but you just can't reach

For you leave a ring around the basin

When you wash your face in

In my sink

You wash your face in my sink

Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye

You constantly lie when dove's cry

Out that you are not about what you say

The image of the field you reveal and portray

For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism

So please listen

Up not down

For down is the devil

So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble

You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel

For this is pure pain

Pick ax and a shovel

Hear no command

Hear just warning

If you wake up in the morning

And wash your face in my sink

You wash your face in my sink

Swing on the grounds of the play ground

The wire to the amp to improve the sound

I mean give me an M-I-C that is clean

And witness the warriors of the dream

For the bigger the orange

Is the bigger the peel

Thieves who steal

Get a wheel for real

A spin to infin or until I give a pardon

Me, I never promised you a rose garden

Or nourishment just punishment for a fink

Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink

You wash your face in my sink

Open up the door

Step across the wet floor

You can make it

You can tape it

This rhyme forevermore

Peer into the drain as the water goes down

Why do you frown is the end of the sound

* * *

But bring back the rhyme

For the rhyme is evaporated

And all of the sucker MCs

To the Jones is saying

They would

They could

They think

But never ever never dare try

To wash their face in my sink