Doc Fluxx

Spontaneous Jams

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He Be G, B

I got a lot to say about the modern age as such exhibit aptitude in anthroposemiotics neck deep in electronics, ingesting illest chronic I take it easy and breezy as I can feasibly the trick is to be lazy, I never worked a day G so maybe you just pay me, if I may be so brazen life is too amazing to slave away for some savings and Doc has got a craving for… wait, are we taping? I am the bigger man in any situation escapee mental patient forgot my medication I tap into a nation, a single male caucasian check out my policy on interstellar immigration the numbers do not lie, I’m falling in the polls there are civilians starving and we are feeding trolls leave it to me to be exceedingly creepy apologies for giving you people the heebee jeebeeeeeeees I don’t know Doctor Dre, don’t even bother asking I produce my own tracks in lackadaisical fashion a man of little action stumbles upon thesaurus next thing you know he’s focused, spits out a verse and chorus ungainly, brainy, and 50 shades too pasty you may mistake me for Jerry in security the point is quit your worrying NO I’m not a furry and NO I’m not a brony and NO I’m not a phony the real deal plutonian rap god and journeyman fat slob is going to conquer the world….

Beta Wavs

Lyrical lab-rat fat with kit kats and broken off pieces of first class vernacular I could hypothetically battle with other rappers if not for my bum spine and several other factors enough excuses, it’s time I bust loose from my self induced reclusiveness its either that or stew in my own juices and marathon another round of Netflix exclusives So here it is, feast your ears upon it, a magnum opiate sonnet like audible candy vomit buttery verbs salted with sweet creme Blue Bonnet straight to market unsullied by any conglomerate produced in my brain memory function junction, silly and vain and liberal with punctuation speared you in twain with raz0ry exclamation points dude it's insane I’m so painfully slavish to language whatever you say son, I survived Reagan with 180 degree relation to Kevin Bacon I’ve taken the cake and ate it and regurgitated it and rebaked it beta wavs and plated it You hated it Why you gotta hate what you don’t understand? like lord Baelish I relish in the politicin’ n’ sickin frickin’ tired of mixin’ in religion Doc is low on provisions living amid the musty rejected manuscripts stacked to the ceiling Depleted his bones; blown felonious loads of loans on drone mounted microphones foretold to be the least beholden if cthulhu ever rose via words spoken offa ancient tomes Worlds get broken it’s how the solar system formed, volcanic ash and moisture atmospheric storms Then OOPS primordial soup of goopy gravy, happenstance plants a seed inside a lady Physicians were aghast as baby Fluxx blasts out her ass past em’ laughing That’s what happens with genetic codes explode and redevelop into stronger cerebral nodes Scully it’s me Mulder I opened the secret folder I’ve gone dark and am no longer taking orders, the mission was possible even for an old fossils like Doc Fluxx who spits verses like gypsy curses and psychokinetic time reversal spells the power of 20 sided die compels you go back to hell or do whatever else I tell you don’t be brave or be enslaved by beta wavs

Relaxx

Never did the tour de France or climbed up a chart like an eager Beiber won’t sleep as to cheat the reaper Doc on-call complete with beeper Scrubbed in for the operation Nickleback’s on please change the station How can I concentrate With some mullet-bound clown filling me with hate? relax lemme do your taxes and the government pays for your trip to PAX kid this old cat's always strapped for cash no expenditure cap on the nerdy crap I could waste it all on a date without making first base chalk it up to fate over the topish cop out Mad self-doubt for a foppish loud-mouth. Fuck it dude let's bowl some lanes it's no use messing with the birds and dames my last 12 marriages up in flames I shoulda listened to my friend here William Zane it really hurts to try certifiable sure I'm but a hell of a guy what no love or pumpkin pie For the best dang rapper since Biggie died? I like a Scottish Ale a cold plate of revenge and a side of whale Set sail for the Holy Grail I get counter impaled and fail most epically So what happens next? According to the maps and the holy text a man shall rise who is straight correct and unites all sects under one perspective ugh it sounds like too much work doing every damn thing like I'm Captain Kirk either way gonna lose my shirt rollin’ in dirt first flirty skirt report to the bridge at once Bring three fat blunts and a bunch of lunch Come fly in the friendly skies Cap-i-tan Fluxx already high

Scribble

scribbled you in for an appointment in ten My daily schedule is inexorably flexible Whether you are anorexic or zeppelin My initial prognosis is you need some attention Might not be packing a miraculous phallus But I can button-mash an ass into a gelatinous hash loooong time coming by myself in a dungeon Expunging my eruptions like with something with suction Stop nudging the Doc is a Curmudgeon Runs on dunkin’ muffins and botanic combustion I make beats so obscenely obese they can’t squeeze through the wiring in your average speaker an old school creature with newly developed features Silvery fox up in the bleachers seducing teachers My methodology messes with your psychology Got you hot and bothered now you’re dangling offa me Plenty of me to feed a nuclear family I make a mean sammy and might even win a grammy Might wanna feed your mommy salami she’s been eyeballing me since I got here quarter to three But I penciled her in for intervention though Scribbled you in with my favorite pen if you sign below the dots we can lay down and begin We notified your husband and remainder of kin My staff needs to access every inch of your skin I got a thing for Cronenbergian horror Don’t you adore my pulsating orifice decorum? Yeah I got my doctorate from wherever you score em Lemme scribble you in scribble you in Doc Fluxx gonna fix you up a mixer with gin I say we make a little progress and then We wind down with Beyonce or Reo Speedwagon

Stop Me There

Anyone who knows me knows I flow mostly in the dead zone lonely and groping a mobile phone thought for certain I had murdered the last clone but he's out there in boxers and socks being obnoxious don’t be shocked if you spot an approximate copy of the doc stalking any given block Probably sloppily beatboxing awkwardly into his coffee a total mockery of my hobby gone are the the days I could soak up sunrays and blaze without hard gazes from the neighbor's baby I often dream that the eldest daughter screams "somebody save me" and I appear in a cowl and cape Stop me there before I blare the whole scenario where I end up Dawson’s Creek inside Rosario Kid’s these days they don’t understand my references too busy on my Wiki page messin’ with all the sentences Hope to go full blown DiCaprio and mac every hot soul from PDX to Kosovo life goals as middle age unfolds is to smoke this bowl and play some poke-your-mom go Exacerbate matters with a crassness unmatched by the most passive aggressive chap on snapchat Nearly took a racket to the sack caught snacking on maritally attached lasses after math class Sorry ladies but I have to gooooo…. Cuz Sarge says I got to get my ass back to Mars and insert the alien shard that sends an electric charge That sparks a chain reaction resulting in terraformation but why in tarnation am I vital to the equation? Whatever just wire me seven hundred large and I will get there barring jarring google car alarms Could take a while like tactile rotary dial retrieval of a compiled files over millions of miles

Dance Like You Can't

If you can’t dance it’s okay If you can’t bust a move you share that disgrace with me And if you dance like you can’t Just to make me feel better you are the one for me Doc Fluxx on the dance floor like a cyborg high offa hydrocortisone Jig wrong and I’m face-prone two cracked bones no uber ride back home Mobile phone to the dome got served like burger-time ok that’s fine What the hell was the crime? So I shuffle my feet like I’m going blind stepped up to the streets cuz my feet are fleet some days of the week But I can’t compete or make it a centimeter lest I cheat Gimme vitamin B I can slice at a rug like slo-mo Shinobi Go toe to toe with girls who want to know me and can dance the night away But If you can’t bust a move you share that disgrace with me And if you dance like you can’t Just to make me feel better then you are my woman and I am your I man Footloose like a Spruce Goose couldn’t produce enough juice to cruise roofs Me and me crew are now more or less attracted to you If you dig MCs who barely attained their bachelor's degree You can step on my shoes don’t take your eyes off of me If you get those video game references girl I will love you forever I bastardized rap for you baby girl, yeah….

All Lyrics by Bradley J. Timm

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Arms and Legs

Had nothing much but I had something - they broke right in and commandeered control - used until broken drained until spent - fascist regimes are all about the rent - I've given them arms this I've given them legs - fed the Leviathan excessive portions of everything extracted from the mines - all of my vitality - the injuries have kept me around - I've given my arms and given my legs - eroded every bone in my body - I walk on pegs and manage disadvantage - you with all the wings cannot respect these things

That Was Then

We are trampling a delicate frame - who would believe the world would ever change? since everything is basically over all that's left is to blame each other - with a cursory glance at facts any old fool can talk his trash - settle into inexplicable trends the worst results are wrote and pending - What version of the truth Is making any sense to you? What is the crisis? We've been through a crisis like this - you can't reverse the stream - you stand by these antique paradigms you still defer to yesterday - We are looking straight ahead while you defer to yesterday - We can't reverse the stream - How soon we all forget, but How quickly we protes - exhibiting the old behaviors and getting on like slaves and slavers - I never expect the truth But now I'm pulling it out of you - You can't admit there is a crisis...

Make Waves

You go to great lengths to generate waves - they watch you from the break-wall with habitual complacency - understated but brave, these glorious aims - appealing to the others to exist within their frames just for awhile, taken in - anchored and connected With a place among kin - there won’t be brighter days or more effective ways - to escape the tidal forces of bitter malaise - I have something in my eye, an aggressive sliver of shade - its obstructing any optimism I had before these events took shape - is there someone in the sky measuring the ratio of pain? pulling levers and manipulating the stars incapable of steering us sane - how important are the times when every time its always something else? - until the playground is a terrestrial grave and we are all bound to individual fates

Rescript

This is why I never look back - the imagery is overexposed - the whites are too white, impossibly bright - no frame of reference to provide a contrast - there was a plot from which I've begun to stray - confusing the narrative and complicating scenes between you and me - whole chapters should be cleaved - I refuse to leave until I get a rewrite - the disappointment will eventually pass - my decisions weren't committed to stone - I could have turned left as opposed to right and serendipitously gained control - if only I knew this is how I'd be portrayed - I could have objected to the complicated scenes between you and me - whole chapters could be dreams - I refuse to sleep until I get my rewrite

By Turns

Ive memorized this road, nowhere is where it goes - now where do you suppose these tributaries flow? navigating you will jeopardize my cool - no comprehensive rules to follow or abuse - easy now, I concede, I don’t need a victory - not worth my precious minutes If nobody really wins - there is nothing much left you have depleted all of my words - I am a looping track I walk an endless repetition of turns

Unconditional

• So went the last meager shimmering light
• the more important things eluded our sight
• saturated by an ambient dispare
• which disolved the strong connection we shared
• You often said I had a beautiful mind
• we were two unique perspectives perfectly aligned
• locked into orbit of a world we both designed
• We made sense of all the chaos and were thus entwined
• In conclusion just another mistake


• yet another of the many mistakes I made
• I presumed to be the master of my fate
• I gambled everything I had on the notion that you would stay


• Enter the subtle yet disastrous effects
• seeds of uncertainty and caustic regret
• our circulation was obstructed by the words
• of lesser beings and the counterfeit concerns
• but these were lessons that I had to learn
• no matter how profound a concept it could ultimately burn
• now the wind will scatter ashes of our photographs and passions
• I will sift through the remains and never be the same again

All Lyrics by Bradley J. Timm