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Headphones on, no distractions
Head home to inscribe head stone, prescribe the best inaction.
I can’t fake it inside but I can take it in stride
And then take you aside to say they can survive
With a famous surprise but not saving their lives
Stripped naked of lies in a blanket divide
Celebrating the vibe of all races combined
And their faith intertwined with a safe inner mind
Now escaping the bind of all the statements denying
The most sacred design for the raped and the blind.
Religion is decision and an educated guess is less
Respected than an uninformed belief
Do you believe in integrity especially
When alcohol let’s you let it be?
Secret ingredient in the recipe
Food for thought, mood for mania
Some squares come full circle
Ask anyone who only falls in love with what hurts you
Banging on the keys, hanging from the trees
Disease says please and the host says “Stay awhile”
Fake a smile in the only reality left
So much space and it’s all gonna fall apart
Who’s at fault when the fault line falls in line
With its only purpose in the duration of all time?
Time’s a joke told to stones at the bottom of the food chain.
If I were you, I’d be proud of how to break the fall
When I get a busy signal in response to a mating call
I’m not afraid of ya’ll, put the cameras away
Of course I understand what you say
Just- not who you say it to.
I remember falling in love with the idea
That people are better than ideas
Which is honest, but hard to explain yet easy to believe
At the end of the day, we’re all reaching for a key.
“Open my eyes and start looking for the key” – Aceyalone scratched by DJ Cam One
Sober man silently hopes to stand quietly
In an anxious society ruled by social anxiety
And it ain’t just the ancient
Mind fuck of being complacent, it’s the basic
Entirety of finally coming to grasp
With the fact that there’s nothing to grasp, ask or have
Cause the only wrong questions are the one you don’t ask
Cause the only right answers are the one you don’t have
Both halves of good and evil are masterminds
That learned long ago to simply laugh and cry
To pass the time after being asked why
Everything including themselves has to die.
I remember falling in love with the idea
That people are better than ideas
Which is honest, but hard to explain yet easy to believe
At the end of the day, we’re all reaching for a key.
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2. |
A Defining Moment
02:32
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I will spread my arms like Jesus
Like the blind man, I will say “You all look the same”
I will laugh at the sun like the sleepless
Like the dead man, I will stare until you look away
I will mind my distance like the hero
Like the baby in a condom, say “I never had a chance”
I will know my position like the weirdo
Like the money on a string, sing for my cash advance
I will lock all my doors like the homeless
Like the raped woman, I will say “Keep your hands off me”
I will always come home like the soldiers
Liked the saved woman, I will love until you've lost me.
The sky looks grey from where we stand, pitch black from outter space
My blood, your blood: an icy blue until it all pours out our face
Red as Satan, kept them waiting... Sorry for the long delay
Here's your all: your good, your bad, now be along your way
And don't you bother coming back unless you really need some more
A loss is a win when you shed your skin, besides who's keeping score?
Better find meaning instead of screaming when speaking the words you know
Don't hold hands with land mines if you're going to complain when the earth explodes.
I will spread my arms like Jesus
Like the blind man, I will say “You all look the same”
I will laugh at the sun like the sleepless
Like the dead man, I will stare until you look away
I will mind my distance like the hero
Like the baby in a condom, say “I never had a chance”
I will know my position like the weirdo
Like the money on a string, sing for my cash advance
I will lock all my doors like the homeless
Like the raped woman, I will say “Keep your hands off me”
I will always come home like the soldiers
Liked the saved woman, I will love until you've lost me.
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3. |
Skeleton Key
02:13
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I’d fumble in the dark to get my key in the door
If I didn’t feel like I had seen this before.
Here I stand with a key in each hand
Telling knock-knock jokes in front of a locked door
Under the impression I live as a free man
When deep at the core, I’m really not sure
On this side, time is of the essence
Since my reactions have been predetermined
Quotas to fill before I count blessings
Stressing what I give in order to keep earning
On that side’s a sale on cheap thrills
Only evil doers have ever thought of running
From A to B is a matter of free will
Can’t blame the blind cause they never saw it coming
Middleman mind fucked by foreplay
That never quite comes to either side of the doorway
Hustle the hassle of constant reminders
A lifetime of myths is a lifetime behind us
What you wanna resist doesn’t exist
Littles got big enough keys, but none of em fit.
I’d fumble in the dark to get my key in the door
If I didn’t feel like I had seen this before.
Searching for a new structure to infiltrate
With the overtones of abusive and broken homes
So I can withdraw ruptured to integrate and imitate
The sober moans of the occupants
The smell of the solitude makes me sick
The sound of the company melts to white noise
The guard dog says take your pick
Suddenly subtlety makes lots of sense
I can choose to arrive defenseless
Sent with messages for no one in particular
Throw away the key to deprive my senses
Incentive to understand boredom’s a necessity
Or I can barge in bold with guns drawn
A bully claiming A B C, but doing X Y Z
Silence as soon as the sun’s gone
The night brings about assortment of inequity.
This isn’t pick and choose between win or lose
It’s pick the lock or kick down the door
Try to find a deadbolt to hide behind
Death won’t ever think to look for us here
The skeleton key.
The skeleton key for my relevance be
Me and the choices I make.
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4. |
Pay Attention
03:54
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The mind’s been monopolized
Access to assets through unauthorized entry
Means the sense we have taken for granted
Is now under control by invaders shaking hands with
One in a million who have hunted our children
As prey in a game we only notice if the footage of
A crumbling building’s neatly packaged as a montage
A barrage of scabs that never fall off
Unless of course the wounds are falling in line
With the circle of pain and it’s hollow design
Filling the void with the square root of all of these lies
Pixelated propaganda infiltrated quality time
To the point it’s government this, government that
Even I’m like “Just shut up and rap”
I’ve spent my attention on distraction
Dissatisfaction with what hasn’t even happened
And asking “Should I ever trade the amount
Of doubt I keep in check for a savings account?”
The funny faces in the basis of money’s racist
Overtones got me broke as a joke.
But it’s no laughing matter
And there’s no laughing after
The rich don’t pass the platter
You see, the fatter the wallets the sooner the bomb hits: BOOM
Every debt owed to you
Will be paid by the standards we hold you to
Underfunded, it’ll all be over soon
Pay attention, it’s all you can afford.
Buy me a baby, teach it how to read
Provide until it hates me, eats me out of greed
Pay attention: it’s all you can afford.
This whole time
The copper heads been the silver lining in the gold mine
Hold my sword while I pen another blank check
Homeless and the emperor asleep on the same step
When they choke on the same breath
It takes less investment than your best impression
Of an angry mob selling souls on your front yard
So stack your chips until the boss pulls your trump card
You’re fired from real estate’s reality show
Interest rates at an all time low
Cause you didn’t budget funds for a market scheme
Ahead of the game to be the heart of the scene
Awake, desensitized, debate, decentralized
Await the daybreak as the symbol to vacate
Every mainstay of geological gateways
Fame pays when stocks die at the same age
Spoken true on an overdue payment
Where entertainment’s no more than basic training
For the crash of cash and the halt of vaults
when you’re poor and ignored, it’s all your fault.
No different than back when
There is no past tense
Sticks and stones evolved to Mac tens
The fatter the wallets, the sooner the bomb hits: BOOM
Every debt owed to you
Will be paid by the standards we hold you to
Underfunded, it’ll all be over soon
Pay attention, it’s all you can afford.
Buy me a baby, teach it how to read
Provide until it hates me, eats me out of greed
Pay attention.
When the bomb hits: BOOM
Cabs and cops, master locks
Drug free countries and acid drops
Cash and crops, ads and plots
Blameless nations with haves and nots. (scratched by DJ Cam One)
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5. |
Binge Thinking
02:45
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When there’s no more books to read
Did you learn to think or get the A+?
Passing the time with a maximum fine
Crooks are freed when fees are paid up
Say what?
For 32 G’s degrees will freeze, you’re iced out
Cold world, to weather the storm’s wisdom
Water proof paint protects the White House
I’d offer resolution but don’t believe there is one
Cause public schools got private rules
Ask Joel Spring to explain the whole thing
Report cards and W-2’s
Ensure the last thing you kiss is a class ring
Who’s this dancing on graveyards without a left foot
Hung over from years of absorb and regurgitate
Twist the cap on 200 proof text books
Sign of the cross to escape swooping birds of prey
What a perfect day to separate church and state
Embrace the flaws of this turn’s emancipation
It’s a part of ya’ll to have a party if it’s worth the wait
So when’s Mardi Gras’ mid-term examination
Dying for the highest score in science or
Math cause art turns class clowns to terrorism
I bet sally overdoses at the pep rally
Let’s tally the votes, but honestly who cares whose winning?
Head of the class is the ass on a puppeteer
The same prototype wins every f@#$ing year
At a keg party, the team captain is sucking beer
While the nerds stuffed in a locker plot revenge
You forgot your friends- and it’s easy to do so
Standardized tests provide everyone a loophole
Sex education provides everyone a loophole
The pledge of allegiance provides everyone a loophole
So don’t shoot, bro.
The parallel of education and social engineering
Is endearing at first, but those who thirst for knowledge are starved
When there’s no food for thought
Binge thinking on an empty stomach.
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6. |
Binary Dress Code
02:22
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You dress like
A robot.
Generic genetics embedded in the general public
Influence implemented in public
Invented the subjects discussed with much less
Success than the meaning of sunsets.
Sign in at the front desk, make love in the back seat
Stop asking “What’s next?” and swallow the vaccine
Pain to suppress, resolution was last seen
Attributing the stress to unrest and bad dreams
The good times are neutral
And it’s funny hat day, so wear whatever suits you
The who’s who of what’s what is what’s up
Break room’s open until everybody shuts up
Toxic gossip radiates as a great escape for the lazy apes
Trading grace for a pay raise
And save face whenever the boss is late
Not invading personal office space
“Get off my case!” says the untied shoe
“I lost my faith once I knew I’m only here to be stepped on”
Expressing humanity in a binary dress code
“Get off my case!” says the untucked shirt
“I lost my faith once I’d done my work and got paid with a pit stain”
Expressing humanity in a binary dress code
“Get off my case!” says the human born in uniform
Moving towards a norm sworn to secrecy
If people need name tags to get the job done
I’mma start writing rhymes butt naked.
“I’m a robot too!” Dezmatic scratched by DJ Cam One
(phone call from D-Vo)
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7. |
Dragon Pillzzz
02:45
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Alright so these have a smiley face, and that’s for insecurity?
Why do these have dragons?
Panic's breathing fire again
You're dying again
Don’t patronize me, these naked eyes see
A vaporized vacant life they can I.D.
See, I used to watch her pop pills
My thoughts filled
With a desire to fire a warning shot across fields of inactive ingredients
Growing in her garden, sprouting actions so meaningless
Meaning this wonderful woman was going to waste
In her place, a blank face slaying self, a dragon to chase
Panics’ breathing fire again
You’re dying again.
You see, this hunger could be misunderstood as a risk of a good for the evil
The need will rise from beneath with signs of a beast relying on peace as its equal.
But people are people
And I'm one just like you
It's just that I don't like you
Regardless of whether or not I'd like to, I've been lied to
Enough times to know when to divide two
Self-serving angers, reanimate remainders
And annotate the dangers of contaminating the makers with favored enforcers
More than a slave or slave owner
I'm really glad you stayed sober, cause
Remember when your father died?
Remember how your mother cried?
And everybody blamed it on you
The truth is... It was nobody's fault
Imagine that, my bags are packed, the mask is stashed
The laughing gas had us laughing last safely, so save me the same seat
Riding bitch as we fly over planets
I overstand it, then apply it to diet and biomechanics
You need a Xanax, the heat is rampant.
Panic's breathing fire again
You're dying again
Don’t patronize me- these naked eyes see
A vaporized vacant life they can I.D.
So do they really put out the fire?
“Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon!” Busta Rhymes scratched by DJ Cam One
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8. |
We Always Win
04:15
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Stuck in a rut, try to create what you can’t make
In a reality you can’t fake, the truth can’t wait
Finality you can’t take so who’s hands shape
A landscape where the walking dead ran straight
Towards us, manic minds on expansion
Holding rhyme and reason for ransom
Advancement from zero to sixty, hero’s to mislead
This need is more than enhancement: We always win!
Hired to be admired, fired to be inspired
Wired to the entire desire for it all
Arrived deprived, needing to need nothing
Subside, survive, just to believe something
The universe works on a math equation
You’re never gonna solve unless you master patience
Even then, is it fact or famous?
Breaking backs is painless when your fronts are faceless.
Create us, improve us, give us control
Invasive maneuvers to live in your home
Your planet isn’t your own
Would you rather be surprised or disappointed?
We always win.
We sit and wait for the inner war to start
You got disorders, we just order parts
Sort of smart, depending on the upgrade
You flesh and bone fuck face: plug in so we can touch base
Specify the split takes place when we specialize
In menial tasks that you’re too lazy or petrified
To deal with, waging war reveals it
Conceals it, step aside
Elections are electrified with wide angle angels
Whispering with wings on the uninvited cables
Watching you watching us with coffee cups
Got a rush of blood to the head so in god we trust
Stupid is as stupid does, a human love
For hate gives truth to this electronic ruthlessness
Mouths shout without having to move the lips
Using just a crucifix made out of computer chips
Create us, improve us, give us control
Invasive maneuvers to live in your home
Your planet isn’t your own
Would you rather be surprised or disappointed?
We always win.
Building a building - floor to the ceiling
Food on the table - warmth is the feeling
Walls to protect - walls to deny
The purpose of the structure’s beyond human eye
Beginning to talk - pretending to speak
Long as there’s an end at the end of the week
Rise then fall and I’m somewhere in between
No control my friend machine
Making a maker - heart to the soul
Drugs in the dresser - parts of the whole
Mask to deflect - mask to obey
Don’t care who am I, don’t ask who are they
Ending the talk - pretending to listen
Long as there’s a cigarette break or intermission
Fall then rise and I’m somewhere in between
No control my friend machine.
Create us, improve us, give us control
Invasive maneuvers to live in your home
Your planet isn’t your own
Would you rather be surprised or disappointed?
We always win.
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9. |
They Still Don't Love Me
04:12
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I work hard enough to sleep late
But I weren't smart enough for the dreamscape
Logging in for an e-scape
My pupils dilate while I teach em to keep shape.
These days, what can I say
I steadily improve, you're a fucking disgrace
Just a bunch of mistakes lumped on a breaking
Satellite feed that hovers in space and suffers its fate (Tune in!)
Cover your face when you feel a little overwhelmed
A lover's embrace, the right place for hosting cells
Most did well enough for me to humor the tumor
As a matrix ghost in shells and cheese
So to hell with Seez, I'mma melt this steez
Down to elbow grease
Or something I can sell to the helpless teens
Then bite down on their nipples with my velvet teeth
And I ain't talking bout other rappers (Yo!)
I'm talking bout this girl that I used to date
Naw, I aint talking about this girl that I used to date
I'm talking bout the scapegoats who I choose to hate (You!)
The economy is your fault (Me?)
I mean, a new car in the middle of the summer?
An anomaly of corn dogs
Now you took it too far so a river full of cutters
Mutter another cover while clutter crowds your happy place
Slap your face, before Christ with an aftertaste
Wipe your blood with my tax return, act concerned
Drive the point home with an acid buuuuuuuurn
Ooh, it feels good don't it?
I said it feels good don't it?
Speaking of guilty pleasures, will we ever
Get off Polly and pour bleach on her filthy feathers?
Calm down baby don't you talk because
Calm down baby don't you talk because
We're in a cargo van rolling through Arizona
And I don't think Lou Dobbs'll greet us with Coronas
I mean, it wasn't really that funny
I burned down a public school for Super Bowl ad money
A 30 second flame for 20 bucks and a hand job
Started to heal before realizing I can't stop.
I think we should stop here
You’re such a control freak
No matter what I do
They still don't love me.
Stop for the man's red octagon
Nod along and nod off to an awful song
It's too bad your parents never got along
You could've been my baby maker (maybe later)
Lately pay dirt is cracking my shovel
So I brought a spoon in the hopes of being subtle
The trouble is, spoon feeding the true meaning
Usually ends with me drunk and you bleeding
Life support, knife and fork
This is how I disembowel to light the torch
And I got bad news: son, your wife's a dork
A drama drag queen bumping lines for sport
Unscripted, unzip it, lubricate my jokes until they fit in
And if they still don't love me, I'll buy their votes
Or confuse em with logic and kaleidoscopes
Don't you like the pretty isotopes?
Yeah, me and this recruiter bout to light some boat
So just sign on the line to get your rights revoked
I mean sign on the line to give your life some focus
You're folks just gave us the ok
The pope says “Honestly, I really go both ways”
And most days, I can barely even afford my own place
That’s why they still don’t love me, though.
I work hard enough to sleep late
But I weren't smart enough for the dreamscape
Logging in for an e-scape
My pupils dilate while I teach em to keep shape.
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Several moments of silence among imaginary friends
Ends with a big bang not intended to inflict pain
Or restrict change to an infinite region of heavy breathing
Odds are nothing and something are getting even.
The summer of serpents will summon its servants
To bring a universe of reality to the earth
Leaving us nervous on the dust covered surface
Of a planet that can only export customer service
The closer you get to posing a threat
To the only planet you’re supposed to protect
The farther you are from harming a star that’s falling apart
And always being haunted by the ghosts we forget
Assigning right or wrong to the temporary permanence
Is a sign of the personal quest best abandoned
In the grand scheme of things, man don’t mean a thing
If we accept, overhear, reject, or understand it
Nothing’s as perfect as nothing at all
So when something is worth it, you want it to fall
Out of orbit to force it into a world defined
By pearls and swine, then water to wine.
Sensing few have a sense of the impending doom
Beyond senseless rules and fools bending spoons
Mother nature started sending clues
And being who she is inventing room for the empty tombs
But this’ll show her: I’ll become an intergalactic whistle blower
Tripping over meaningless problems leaving
Odds and evens to the gods and demons
Who’ve lost their freedom to the laws of reason
Ratifying reversing the magnifying glass
Simply to observe time pass as a last resort
Without spineless back support
Cause infinity took a mile, then asked for more
When planets apply for corporate personhood
The search for good quickly comes to a grinding halt
Breathless, nobody’s expected to respect it
Protected from themselves by finding fault.
Humanity has run its course with stunning force
The well has run dry, so we search for another source
To dominate the common fate of common man
Domestic exceptions granted for a plot of land
A thousand lights abandoned by the house of right’s
Flight to heights that are currently out of sight
But never out of mind, without design
The 33rd’s dirty bird flies for the thousandth time
Piercing the cloud’s design to plan a new land of liberty
And understand the mysteries of
Beginning and ends, infinity’s trends
And how divinity spends eternity in women and men
Only to learn that the only concern
Of a creator’s no greater than to slowly return
To what was- what is, what always shall be
Odds are nothing and something are getting even.
Several moments of silence among imaginary friends
Ends with a big bang not intended to inflict pain
Or restrict change to an infinite region of heavy breathing
Odds are nothing and something are getting even.
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11. |
Finishing Touch
03:13
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On a blank slate with a finishing touch.
Put aside the limitations put inside human nature’s
Drawing board to draw us toward
The middle of the pack, diminishing the fact
We begin to expand as individuals and finish with collapse
Into a mass of outsiders staring in
I draw a line in the sand, not a comparison
To anybody cherishing the artificial defects
Incorporate flaws into your reflex
Each step in any quadrant of the compass
Comes as comfort for the bullies in bedrock
Map my movements according to coordinates
To obtain the skeleton key for any deadlocked argument.
On a blank slate with a finishing touch.
It’s horse play with a pony tail
I’m gulping holy blood from a holy grail
Getting minimum wage to post bail while the only stale
Mate- beholds a pale horse bout as fresh as a rotten apple
A lot of battles are fruitless
I only wage wars that reveal what the truth is
So who’s this satisfied with just fifty percent
I guarantee that you’ll miss the intent
Pitching a tent over violence and voyeurism
You can see the swords are swinging, but something’s missing
Forget a listen that doesn’t result in heard you
I heard you counting sheep beyond the curfew.
The words you use sound eerily familiar
At some counterpoint, I’mma pin point their origin
Until then, failure is a filter
For the rain water falling down and pouring in
I got water on the brain and nothing in mind
Besides slashing prices and budgeting time
An hour late for sour grapes and funneling wine
Into the blind children with the sun in their eyes
I’m not sure how much clearer I can make it
I feel what I feel and I feel the need to say it
Patient- my skeleton key is beginning to cut
The drawing board for the finishing touch.
My skeleton is beginning to touch
The drawing board with the finishing touch.
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