Preliminary di-section of Deep Space 9mm. Thoughts? Suggestions? Additions?
One two
you're behind the walls of new Roma, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself)
But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take)
Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach? (Look at who owns everything)
Blood beach (Sell us what we don't need, we kill for it)
Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly (Dodgin' the other hustlers in the streets)
monks hung, halo teach (this one gets me, but... they teach the halo, but kill the monk...)
Hung by the math where the cables reach (I don't even know if this is accurate)
[Hung by the map with a capo reach]
A hundred and sixty-six channels lit
They train that animal **** (TV is mental conditioning)
Where the mind's eye redefines
Where's God?
Buy car, Kick tires (Idolize our possessions, our homes, gear, vehicles)
Back in Eighty-Six I lived
for the four-course artistry (the four pillars of hiphop: graffiti, bboy, prod., rap)
In other words took turns showin' off colors and **** (showin' off what he could do)
Like I invaded a mating dance ritual (and they weren't havin' it)
Criminal now (outcast)
Why the things we find beautiful undermine power?
El Product flash vet text, mother****ers is like "Al, why haven't we lept yet?"
dithering sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth
Then vanish like "poof"
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live on the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
capitol one heat em live for the terrordome stables
Signed to Rawkus?
I'd rather be mouth ****ed by Nazis unconscious
(He was with Rawkus with Company Flow; let's say they left on bad terms and he went on to make his own label, Definitive Jux)
Callin' all bomb threats
the Radio re-activated Koresh! (probably THE david K. of WACO religious cult incident)
Under hellafied missle defense
Fenced in, better blame it on... /feign ****ty grin (its our fault, and those before us, that we are in the spots we're in, feign a ****ty grin in the face of your accuser)
Walk with a bag full of kittens
Take me to the river and throw yourself in (do the world a favor)
In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak [or release]
Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist
Soaked in newspeak? [Love the 1984 references throughout]
Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl
splashed on loose leaf
We can embrace on the business end
of my face first Joe vs. the Volcano suicide leap [Sick]
Dance with the vinyl monster
Devil in blue sky flyin' with clean conscience [devil in heaven?]
Save the gesture
you can't save the children, we weren't worth the effort [apparently, that's how it's been goin']
I'm a Caveman
Your modern ways frighten and confuse me
I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think
Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)
But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression
Combined with 8-step perfected
Dirty words paralyze crumbs and infect ****
Infectious
Insofar as the ineffectual beg for the lectures
Development arrested
Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest
Looking for the nexus
If it's wild like that child fire 'em
infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant
New World lullaby, Sirens
Stuck migrants, lust and blind violence
It's all bad timing
Getting murked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island
You think that's spacey?
Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling
This is for the fringes and such
my generation just sit like ducks
see the rubble glisten that what I trust
tell the historians I'm right here holding my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts (guardin' my own ****)
Existence on the fringes and such
My generation make friends with slugs
Thank god for the drugs and drums!!!
Tell history that I'll be right here hiding from guns
right here hidin' from guns
Right here hidin' from guns
Right here hidin' from guns
For the love of god, run
Last edited by Mrd00d; 07-26-2011 at 02:52 AM.
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