Wax Eloquent: to speak eloquently on a subject... Laced with wordplay and alliteration in a modulating baritone, Ormus Lephts poetical flow delves into the introspective, the paranormal and the political. With his counterpart, producer Frank D'Agnillo, they create soundscapes drawing from indie hip-hop, vintage soul, funk, jazz, psychedelia and the esoteric.

Wax Eloquent EP (Self-titled)

1. Cosmic Dew

Verse

I’ll need a few moments

While I prepare for my address

Let me paint you a vivid picture

Though it’s imperfect

It’s the best I can do

With the canvas I was given

I’m driven by unknown forces

Compelled to spill my guts

All in between the choruses

Give it the proper touch that gets me dap

I love to babble and adlib

But I’m not a lush

Plus

Often I’m aloof

Lost in a thought

Coughing up diesel

From a bio-mechanical smoke stack

Lethal fumes accumulate

Without proper ventilation

That’s why I poked some holes in my skull cap

Bend back and forth between dimensional planes

Hey

But you know that

Counterpoint to my own existence

A dark matter version of myself

Looks strangely like the reflection

In the frame on the wall above the shelf

Hook

And I’m in touch with the spirit

Through the cosmic dub

All about the rush when I feel it

And I can’t get enough

Verse

Colorado bud is the illest

Every single puff

Brings me closer to the ceiling

Every surface glows electric

And I’m felling like the whole universe

Is flowing through current

My serpent tongue curls

And settles into the contours

Delivering witty quotables

Never mind my P’s and Q’s

Sippin’ potent potables

To summon my melancholy muse

Like a Colorado storm

That seems to appear out of the blue

So many metamorphic forms

Emerge from the primordial ooze

Like my thoughts drip thick

Calligraphic lines from the pen

Smoking a proprietary blend

Of hybrid-herbal residues

Vivid verbal allusions

Subtly drop my clues

Amid all the confusion

But I’m in no rush

Chorus x2

Verse

I heard the chairman of the introspective exploration committee

Didn’t return from the last mission

And I’ve been selected as a prime candidate for the position

Submitted my resume detailing every credential

And they said they’d let me know when they’ve made a decision

So I’m soul searchin’ ‘till then

Travelin’ like Billy Pilgrim

Across a million microfibers

Into a self-imposed oblivion

Its crystal clear as day

But my crystals are obsidian

Revisit yesterday

Like flying over the prime-meridian

All about timing

Maneuver my DeLorean across the time continuum

Report back to the committee

All the data received from the quickening it seems

Its effects are exponential

I’ll accept the position

Chorus x2

2. Baby Ross

Funk with blood shot corneas

Potent skunk aroma formulas

Do it every hour

Drown in floods of euphoria

Don’t pull me out

You know how Ormus does

Can’t come down now

3. Electric Blue

Verse

They only see me in the 4th

Not all of the dimensions

Cause I’m hidden in a fold in the overlap

Strayed from the course I was told to follow

I just flow like liquid from the polar cap

I’m still in the current as it fills all the hollows

Opening up the borders to the galactic

and my radiant co-pilot

When I find one then we’ll leap over the gap

Hook

I’m a superconductor

I’m electric blue

Conduct the current through the magic apparatus

All I really need is something to connect to

Connect like Tetris

Compatible bio-metrics

Eccentric

Never short the fuse

Verse

Verse

Hook

4. Garden of the Gods

(I Believe… In the Garden of the Gods)

Verse

The time will come soon

Her fertility lies within the honey mead

We’ll wait for the moon

Spill our seed in her soil

We till and we toil in the ooze that connects us

She’s moaning as we’re leaving pleasure bruises her goose-flesh

Plucking the fruit before it spoils ion the vine

Have a few

As her juices are fermenting into wine

Laying with the snakes in the Garden of the Gods

Where we have a view behind the curtains of Oz

Do anything it takes to feel as though we are divine

Though we will not yield to the faults in our design

Opening sacred seals violating the insides

In awe of the lushness we’ve revealed and its demise

We are intruders under the six-pointed star

We are innocent of the crime ‘cause one was committed against mine

And in time we can have anything we can conceive

With only one condition

First, we must believe

(In Garden of the Gods… I believe)

Verse

Crawling out from the clutches of the womb up Jacobs Ladder

We lead Apophis through the key-hole and vaporize all matter

Nothing can stop us ‘cause we are the Duke and Duchess

In a fit of hysterical laughter intoxicated by our divination

They won’t believe you Mr. President ‘cause you’re a terrible actor

You crave for control of the cradle of civilization

Lay claim to flow of the Jordan River which contains

The remains of our ancestor’s bones in the sediment

Emit a bioluminescent glow to avert their watchful eyes

Move in uncontested as the whole world pleas

Uproot the Palestinians like parasitic weeds

Force them to their knees with pointed guns

below a row of ancient Cyprus trees

Anointed ones, the Zionists

We lead the new Aliyah

We left their sons alive with nothing left to do

But spread severed limbs across the plaza

We water the Jaffa Oranges

Suck the Juices from the flesh

In the shade of the groves

(I believe… In the Garden of the Gods)

5. WBTC

Verse

Their lips pucker when they spit their sour rhetoric

And the media beats the war drums

The evil and the ignorant march blindly into the carnage

Mowing down the journalists who seem to scream

“Free Palestine!”

Let us prosecute the warmongering-swine-snouted-pork-bellied-parasites

While I alter evolution and splice in a suicide gene

Using proven terminator seed technology

So psycho CEO’s only last one season

All the seeds belong to Earth and the people

Not a person for profit

When it’s cheaper to kill, families get paid of

How is it you’re raking in the dough and I got laid off?

It’s simple economics, the system must collapse when it

Takes bread out the mouths of the masses

They talk shit now, but they don’t really want to see

A war Between the classes

Hook

A war between the classes

An untamable beast has been unleashed in the public

Fuck animal control ‘cause you know its unstoppable

Wiggling out of handcuffs

Smashing through the cubicles

Fuck the man

Buck the system as usual

The order of the world is new

It’s indisputable

Look me in the glasses again and say it isn’t so

I’ll Smash every one of your dishes on the kitchen floor

Verse

(Mr. Brown)

Hook

Verse

Master of the ceremonies

A Colorado free radical

Rebel bandit abandon

The implanted microchip

And dismantle it with my mandible quick

No slippin’ on a slippery slope

I’m to slick

Grippin’ the sticky handle of the roach clip

Not hiding anything behind a bandana

Go bananas

Clashing with uncle Sam’s cannibalistic fascism

Listen to my catechism

Isms and schisms imprison the citizen’s

Liberties vanish I brandish a lyrical weapon

To effectively battle Babylon

Bomb big brother I’m not a pawn

Get it get it got it good

A jibber jibber jabber jaw

A visionary reveal the secrets of the illuminati

Everybody under martial law

No power is incorruptible

Got to be so flawless

Got to be untouchable

Quicker than light through a fiber-optic cable

I’m losing control

No matter what you call it

It is inevitable…

(False Flag Bullshit

They not gone take I without a fight

They drop their dinner plate when they look me in the glasses

Hit’em right between the glasses

Their dinner plate shatters when they look me in the glasses

Hit’em right between the glasses)

(Hook)

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