Universe
08-12-06, 12:28 PM
“He who joyfully marches in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.” - Albert Einstein
“From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.” - Miguel de Cervantes
……
“5, close your eyes, feel the weight on your eyelids
As they get heavier, 4, darkness creates total silence
Art imitates your life; keep breathing, suck your chest in
This isn’t brainwashing, 3, merely repeated suggestion
Drawing crowds with a pad and pen, 2, you’re falling closer
So by the time you say ‘erase’, 1, this will all be over…”
I envision the highest wisdom, the truth is I inflict it
I make a spectacle of myself, and you just buy a ticket
Thugs & bytches hate to see what literal statements mean
Bloods n’ Crypts? This bloods encrypted in matrix screens
Your favorite team’s place to be when they’re facing me
New Orleans with few as 80 seats, where stadiums leak
Let me take the lead, train of thought simply make believe
And I’m only in the grace of God when he prays to me
Saving heat? I’ll crack your melon in, I’ll buy no bullets
What emcees lack is melanin, on some albino bullsh!t
Talent shows at talent shows, fans who quickly forget it
Think getting stuck behind blockades is STD prevention
You bet it’s ineffective, but mass crowds never listen
I’ve scratched out better sh!t than they’ve ever written
Its recycled text, not reused, so don’t stop the presses
Rhyming get and sh!t sounds off too, yet we all accept it
Talking reckless, Iraq my brain, you scared to defend it
Up sh!ts creek like the Middle East, that’s where you be-headed
So if you don’t believe in me, you won’t be leavin’ free
A live feed, eat your own words, you’ll choke repeatedly
That gag is no joke; too cheap to have suitable funds yet
You gotta face fax like the end of The Usual Suspects
As soon as you won chess; some might sound their army
But I found your pawns-freeze just like outdoor hockey
Want these brainstorms to find you, but your own sky’s blue
You’re not to blame totally; I accuse your low IQ’s
Play both sides? I’ll tap the lines of your phones at home
Expose your mixed agenda like hermaphrodite chromosomes
Posters hung on walls, whoever clears the summit falls
Hope’s the one thing you can have when there is none at all
And y’all too ugly for showing off, with Adobe Photoshop
Yet you strike-oppose for all, like government protocol
With Xanax, Secobarbitals, I’m suddenly clear minded
(It only takes six ounces of Semtex to blow up an airliner)
But I’m no terrorist; thoughts seep, I breathe in the fumes
Mute ideas are like turning on lights, then leaving the room
And you bring back the Dark Ages like skin that’s dark ages
Slowly but surely; if it’s about a-race, my brain- -
“5, open your eyes, lift the weight from your eyelids
As they get lighter, 4, I see you stray towards violence
Life imitates your art; exhale, now let your chest breathe
Brainwashing a dirty mind, 3, was indeed, in-ter-est-ing
This means we’ll never agree, 2, for forever it seems
And if you can accept that… I guess you’re better than me.”
I try and vision the highest wisdom, I can’t, I admit it
I make a spectacle of myself, we both buy a ticket…
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Brain Washed (http://www.isound.com/mp3s/universe)
“From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.” - Miguel de Cervantes
……
“5, close your eyes, feel the weight on your eyelids
As they get heavier, 4, darkness creates total silence
Art imitates your life; keep breathing, suck your chest in
This isn’t brainwashing, 3, merely repeated suggestion
Drawing crowds with a pad and pen, 2, you’re falling closer
So by the time you say ‘erase’, 1, this will all be over…”
I envision the highest wisdom, the truth is I inflict it
I make a spectacle of myself, and you just buy a ticket
Thugs & bytches hate to see what literal statements mean
Bloods n’ Crypts? This bloods encrypted in matrix screens
Your favorite team’s place to be when they’re facing me
New Orleans with few as 80 seats, where stadiums leak
Let me take the lead, train of thought simply make believe
And I’m only in the grace of God when he prays to me
Saving heat? I’ll crack your melon in, I’ll buy no bullets
What emcees lack is melanin, on some albino bullsh!t
Talent shows at talent shows, fans who quickly forget it
Think getting stuck behind blockades is STD prevention
You bet it’s ineffective, but mass crowds never listen
I’ve scratched out better sh!t than they’ve ever written
Its recycled text, not reused, so don’t stop the presses
Rhyming get and sh!t sounds off too, yet we all accept it
Talking reckless, Iraq my brain, you scared to defend it
Up sh!ts creek like the Middle East, that’s where you be-headed
So if you don’t believe in me, you won’t be leavin’ free
A live feed, eat your own words, you’ll choke repeatedly
That gag is no joke; too cheap to have suitable funds yet
You gotta face fax like the end of The Usual Suspects
As soon as you won chess; some might sound their army
But I found your pawns-freeze just like outdoor hockey
Want these brainstorms to find you, but your own sky’s blue
You’re not to blame totally; I accuse your low IQ’s
Play both sides? I’ll tap the lines of your phones at home
Expose your mixed agenda like hermaphrodite chromosomes
Posters hung on walls, whoever clears the summit falls
Hope’s the one thing you can have when there is none at all
And y’all too ugly for showing off, with Adobe Photoshop
Yet you strike-oppose for all, like government protocol
With Xanax, Secobarbitals, I’m suddenly clear minded
(It only takes six ounces of Semtex to blow up an airliner)
But I’m no terrorist; thoughts seep, I breathe in the fumes
Mute ideas are like turning on lights, then leaving the room
And you bring back the Dark Ages like skin that’s dark ages
Slowly but surely; if it’s about a-race, my brain- -
“5, open your eyes, lift the weight from your eyelids
As they get lighter, 4, I see you stray towards violence
Life imitates your art; exhale, now let your chest breathe
Brainwashing a dirty mind, 3, was indeed, in-ter-est-ing
This means we’ll never agree, 2, for forever it seems
And if you can accept that… I guess you’re better than me.”
I try and vision the highest wisdom, I can’t, I admit it
I make a spectacle of myself, we both buy a ticket…
......
Brain Washed (http://www.isound.com/mp3s/universe)