Buddah MAC
06-11-06, 06:05 PM
2001 ****....
yaga-]
in distances eyes are blind, words carry a sight of color /
no brushes to paint with, guided by the force of another/
this IS happening, sentences heard recording is proof /
spin decks and let lasers read cd's, echoes carry beyond the booth /
events leaked, news beyond paper and pixeled screens /
but that of waves, it's not currently about that c.r.e.a.m. /
experience, notions passed and motions of mentions /
morrisons of new milleniums, produced languages of lennons /
many revolt, many hide weeps and revolutionize /
some say straight "buck!," switch blades and return with sharp knives /
what method to reach out, or take in what should be given /
doesn't matter, results are of expression from that you listen /
we don't play roles, that role portrayed gets played... and played in
theatre's /
we emcee... reflect through thoughts past visions of creativity's mirrors /
you can't see us, the question is that you don't, knowledge shared is
faceless /
nominate third eyes as president, and title the party as nameless
[Buddah (sorry, it's so long)-]
aimless,
directionless,
lest we find and follow forced fronts
of predestination debts and guides upon
the roads most traveled speak with
forked tounges of forked paths and
"the right way"...
The Right Way
locked in rhythms I relay subliminal signs on 3 sec delay
to give free choice no leeway, cuz how peeps use it these days
can't trust ya'll with this wisdom seen-food I fished
from Atlantean ice blocks, talk of needless risk
for on my meals they gourge and gluttons grab for more
as starving on all shores stretch frail hands towards
rich land where promise lies, a lie which never dies
as skies eclipse to give rise to buried truth's sheer size
that I compress into a lyric, point made with goal as spirit
spear it, and no gears click, as machine stopped at appearance
of last gen monkeys wrenchin the man from the invention
of those dictating convention at cost of thought's descention
to base terms, we may spurn ourselves for the next page turned
in accounting journals, and what you have earned, well
with no gold standard to stand on, you got no damn thing to land on
at the fall of the false which drop when we stop calls
for the next dis voiced, how'd we come to this choice
drama feinds never seein' the real tragedy in moist
eyes, giving tribute, to another gunshot in you
after all we been through, how can you continue
perpetuating hatred baiting more in while evading
questions of your intention on impressioned minds prevention?
DETENTION for the mentioned, this pretension forces me benchin
all starters, rap Vince Carters, can't allow no more martyrs...
...
that's why no punch in my divine lines
as I saw the signs that most men are blind
to, so I speak truth, and teach in each syllable
and some see it simple, but why would you fill a fool
with a saturated hate, thick throughout the States
why would you make a victim perpetuate
what they'll receive from the day they concieved
until burial plots recieved, I can't let this **** breed
hip-hop has a rage, a vengeful voice raised
but when screamin at yourself, the vengance is displaced
so I preach to converted, but with a whole new sermon
so instead of self-hate, love is what we learnin
yaga-]
in distances eyes are blind, words carry a sight of color /
no brushes to paint with, guided by the force of another/
this IS happening, sentences heard recording is proof /
spin decks and let lasers read cd's, echoes carry beyond the booth /
events leaked, news beyond paper and pixeled screens /
but that of waves, it's not currently about that c.r.e.a.m. /
experience, notions passed and motions of mentions /
morrisons of new milleniums, produced languages of lennons /
many revolt, many hide weeps and revolutionize /
some say straight "buck!," switch blades and return with sharp knives /
what method to reach out, or take in what should be given /
doesn't matter, results are of expression from that you listen /
we don't play roles, that role portrayed gets played... and played in
theatre's /
we emcee... reflect through thoughts past visions of creativity's mirrors /
you can't see us, the question is that you don't, knowledge shared is
faceless /
nominate third eyes as president, and title the party as nameless
[Buddah (sorry, it's so long)-]
aimless,
directionless,
lest we find and follow forced fronts
of predestination debts and guides upon
the roads most traveled speak with
forked tounges of forked paths and
"the right way"...
The Right Way
locked in rhythms I relay subliminal signs on 3 sec delay
to give free choice no leeway, cuz how peeps use it these days
can't trust ya'll with this wisdom seen-food I fished
from Atlantean ice blocks, talk of needless risk
for on my meals they gourge and gluttons grab for more
as starving on all shores stretch frail hands towards
rich land where promise lies, a lie which never dies
as skies eclipse to give rise to buried truth's sheer size
that I compress into a lyric, point made with goal as spirit
spear it, and no gears click, as machine stopped at appearance
of last gen monkeys wrenchin the man from the invention
of those dictating convention at cost of thought's descention
to base terms, we may spurn ourselves for the next page turned
in accounting journals, and what you have earned, well
with no gold standard to stand on, you got no damn thing to land on
at the fall of the false which drop when we stop calls
for the next dis voiced, how'd we come to this choice
drama feinds never seein' the real tragedy in moist
eyes, giving tribute, to another gunshot in you
after all we been through, how can you continue
perpetuating hatred baiting more in while evading
questions of your intention on impressioned minds prevention?
DETENTION for the mentioned, this pretension forces me benchin
all starters, rap Vince Carters, can't allow no more martyrs...
...
that's why no punch in my divine lines
as I saw the signs that most men are blind
to, so I speak truth, and teach in each syllable
and some see it simple, but why would you fill a fool
with a saturated hate, thick throughout the States
why would you make a victim perpetuate
what they'll receive from the day they concieved
until burial plots recieved, I can't let this **** breed
hip-hop has a rage, a vengeful voice raised
but when screamin at yourself, the vengance is displaced
so I preach to converted, but with a whole new sermon
so instead of self-hate, love is what we learnin