Ah, what the heck.

The Words:

The river flows and goes; it’s on unceasingly.
Whatever water is, it’s other than it’s gonna be.
Bubbles on the surface disappear; they don’t for long.
And all the nippers that I knew back in the day are gone.

Seen a tremor. Seen a fire. Seen a typhoon.
Pray to Amida, ’cause I know I’m gonna die soon.
Now did I hear a sucker nipper say “what”?
This is the record of the ten foot square hut.

Sucker Nippers buildin houses like there gonna last.
They don’t know shit about the future; they forgot the past.
But I ain’t stressin ’cause it’s nothin that I wanna grab.
Pick my house and I can move it like a hermit crab.

Don’t interrupt me when I’m flowin on my koto,
Inlfatin, imitatin the ways of Minamoto.
Live in the mountains, I don’t never wanna own a gun;
Rock the evanescent like my girl Sei Shonagon.

Now did I hear a sucker nipper say “what”?
This is the record of the ten foot square hut.

In my declining years, I deign to live alone.
I drop the mic. I drop the brush. I drop the ink stone.
But the I pick em up again so I can write a rhyme.
You suckers hastin, but I’m wastin all your precious time.

Don’t even matter, cause you know my flow is pleasant.
My mom and pop is out there cryin like a pheasant.
Ever present evanescence is my lesson, and it’s funky.
I shed a tear when I’m wailin with a monkey.

But I pity sucker nippers cause they don’t know how to rap at all.
Lose all their money every time they move the capital.
Did you hear the news? I never get the blues,
Chumpin sucker nippers with particular views.

I’m a lonely rajaputra. I don’t have to pay no rent.
When I read the Lotus Sutra I’m about to pitch a tent.
Never harm a living creature; I don’t wanna get bent.
Kick it with the Dharma cause my karma’s all spent.

That’s why I’m droppin all the servants and the loot, so
When I get tired of intoning the nembutso,
That’s when I’m rollin with my homie, who is ten, yo.
We picking cogon grass; don’t even need a hoe.

All you sicker nippers no my crib is so fly,
Cause I like small huts and I cannot lie.

The river flows and goes …