Dali's Handgun

From the elusive Mark Griffin, AKA MC900FT Jesus, who recorded w/Rick Rubin circa 1993. Griffin trained classically then turned rapper, old school. His writing and beats score points all around.


Griffin seems to have vanished, but not without leaving trace evidence..... these are Lyrics to Dali's Handgun, from one of my favorite records mainly because of pyro tune The City Sleeps "Welcome to My Dream"

The perfect gun
The perfect gun is not visible
The perfect gun exists in a savage state
The perfect gun confers omnipotence
The perfect gun will follow the free tendencies of desire
The perfect gun its like a rosary around the neck
The perfect gun stretches as far as the eye can see
The perfect gun seeks all your reflected images
The perfect gun The perfect gun is sufficient unto the day
The perfect gun is nothing but a crossroads
The perfect gun keeps its promise for everyone
The perfect gun is a pill dropped in a glass of water
The perfect gun is the household crow
The perfect gun leaves in a shadow of perfumes
The perfect gun is an illusion on a surface of memory
The perfect gun is a finger resting on the controls of a broken machine
The perfect gun is too soft to be honest and too honest to be true
The perfect gun turns as it pleases toward all horizons
The perfect gun is perfect sadism, at least as a method
The perfect gun is a flower beaten by the rough fever of the wind
The perfect gun can be rearranged in all possible combinations

The perfect gun is a bueatiful chimera
The perfect gun is an idealist without taking part in any ideal
The perfect gun takes the shapes and colors of demoralizarion and confusion
The perfect gun crouches to intercept shadows
The perfect gun is not in the habit of saluting the dead
The perfect gun will always find buyers
The perfect gun is at most a thinking reed
The perfect gun has drawn the symbol of the infinite
The perfect gun is not incompatible with a certain nobility of thought
The perfect gun is watching over a blue glass
The perfect gun writes sad and ardent love letters
The perfect gun is a hierarchy, like any other
The perfect gun is a door someone opened
The perfect gun implies that there are others behind it
The perfect gun is a dark intention
The perfect gun never waits for itself
The perfect gun is hard as the incredible hammering and no questions underneath
The perfect gun is a reference point
The perfect gun is neither my shadow, nor my double, nor my half nor another myself
The perfect gun is blood at water level
The perfect gun is half of a destiny
The perfect gun has nothing to do before dying
The perfect gun leaves an exquisite corpse