Buddah MAC
04-14-06, 11:36 PM
lies line periphery eyelashes, tunnel vision truth
blind to the world, stuck speaking sooth
mouth's roof coated, bitter taste, sour faced seer
where's my after-bar after-taste eraser chased clear
through the AM's afterthoughts after the christ companion count
and after my oration, throw the first commandment out
might doubt veracity but not the conviction given
as heretical chained hands paint personal prisons
vision antiquated as infants armor plated
to protect them from a world they can survive as we're created
stated in the state house leased from corporate lobbies
where we, the people, wait to re-elect those robbing
the represented from the republic, hooked on how the drug lifts
and anxious on the come down, dropped the gloves when one round
had no timer on the bell and no one in my corner coaching
so **** any protection when my protectorate approaching
to silence spoken weapon that was only set to stun
they call me power lifter as my uzi weighs a ton
it's verbal firepower, vanish vision of a gun
pounds stay in the picture with the weight of words on tounge
that's how I hold you down, **** what you call support
I keep you pulled to planet with this **** I purport
to alter time with, stay the divine rhymesmith
antithesis of mindless, still self-indulgent how you find this
straighten up the spineless folding 'fore they fought
similarly strike those who ain't approached a thought
caught the cure first, knowledge is the pure thirst
life of interest, never knew a truer curse
set to take it on tho, got that "must go on" show
even if audience empty, sheeit, that only tempts me
to take it outside, damn, more fight symbolism?
how rifts resolve in consceptual prisons
risen as that Arab bird but after my ashes extinguish
you breath fire when reciting my ancient twisted English
blind to the world, stuck speaking sooth
mouth's roof coated, bitter taste, sour faced seer
where's my after-bar after-taste eraser chased clear
through the AM's afterthoughts after the christ companion count
and after my oration, throw the first commandment out
might doubt veracity but not the conviction given
as heretical chained hands paint personal prisons
vision antiquated as infants armor plated
to protect them from a world they can survive as we're created
stated in the state house leased from corporate lobbies
where we, the people, wait to re-elect those robbing
the represented from the republic, hooked on how the drug lifts
and anxious on the come down, dropped the gloves when one round
had no timer on the bell and no one in my corner coaching
so **** any protection when my protectorate approaching
to silence spoken weapon that was only set to stun
they call me power lifter as my uzi weighs a ton
it's verbal firepower, vanish vision of a gun
pounds stay in the picture with the weight of words on tounge
that's how I hold you down, **** what you call support
I keep you pulled to planet with this **** I purport
to alter time with, stay the divine rhymesmith
antithesis of mindless, still self-indulgent how you find this
straighten up the spineless folding 'fore they fought
similarly strike those who ain't approached a thought
caught the cure first, knowledge is the pure thirst
life of interest, never knew a truer curse
set to take it on tho, got that "must go on" show
even if audience empty, sheeit, that only tempts me
to take it outside, damn, more fight symbolism?
how rifts resolve in consceptual prisons
risen as that Arab bird but after my ashes extinguish
you breath fire when reciting my ancient twisted English