Doc:

You can call me son
cuz I shine like one
I don't mind
I just drop
jewels and dimes
Pick 'em up
I got more
Call me the whole mine
No that's the Earth
that's Gaia
Hot from the inside
Hot from the outside
that's solar radiation
where I fly up high
as Martian space station
Echelon Unseen
I stay geosynchronized 'til I die
rep Terra
the mother uncolonized

Ghost:

This’ll go but one way
Lazing on a Sunday
watching old anime
Doc Droppin Recoome Booms
in every bar
quoting Dune
like DOOMSday
I’mma six-string samurai
strumming on a baliset
Rap Gurney Halleck
more mentat
than mentally challenged
no malice
enter my mind’s palace
on balance keep the valence set to valorous
fight my battles thus:
Riding tigers through the gloom,
crooning El Debarge
got the rhythm of the night
Catch hell in my right hand
No regard for my sin
Call me Kid Icarus
No regard for the sun
Bring it in for a hug

Doc:

World Tour
but when we do a talk in Mars
ain't nothing for the GhostDevil
but some solid bars
stashed up
like the Freddie Mercury face
face it
we queens of this age
of rust and bone and lace
outer space
more like the hometown
weirdos
since he first sawed apart a solid crown
opposite a frown
parolin' a bad disguise
fleeing from his meetings with the Money Vampires

Ghost:

Run from the
Hunter-seekers

of the 3-2-1 Contact
High ’til I die
like Brian Wilson
Peep the contract
Clause Seven:
What’s given you will never get it back
Gravitational pull
Folding time space
into wormholes
Crossing thresholds
universal
Flip the script into a moebius strip
kick it Space operatic
Light the wick
Drop the bomb
tell ‘em Jodorowsky did it
We're on a science-historical
slant rhyme rhetorical
Mind Crimes and Fine Wine
Giedi Prime Time-Travelogue
spiced to the gills
for no frills
no chill
psychological thrills
and dialogic combat
so getcha Ra-Chag
and a stilltent
and settle in

Doc:

I'm the Kwisatz Haderach
Y'all just ancillaries
I'm the Lord of the Rach

Many forms
one mind
long time on top
strong rhymes like casket popped
and hip-hop weren't dead
like this blue marble with the few leaves left
and few lies unsaid
but there's still lichen
and I'm still the Mad Max
passed on
then prime making tracks
into Doom's Wax
consume as it's used
view roofs through
audible called
and play just been resumed
but y'all team just awful
like the ball is haunted
but my team is gorgeous
machine so flossy
step on you through the TV
Vid-Drome calls you
I had some questions
I went Black Rainbow
It was '66
dealing on that radio
It was sickly lit
and the scope to demotions
made the oil like potions
look a bit more tolerable
nausea
my flesh burned to smoke so profitable
when I came back had to have my hair glued
lost a couple decades
but I found that chewed through
trials of the mundane
as pain shaded my brain
I opened gates in new dimensions with the floatin' spore rain

Ghost:

bear witness
to Great feats of man under pressure
like
Sennecherib
or was it Nebuchadnezzar?
two
Syrian Kings across
eras of leisure
who
Built a City of Gardens
just to measure their manhood against:
hot sand
cool hands
we take time
to craft diamonds
outta climate change rhymes,
prime numbers,
Jean Summers’ ex-lovers’ psychic visions,
crime fiction’s strange diction,
nuclear fission
and other delights