Buddah MAC
09-22-06, 03:52 AM
let's call modern day Autumn for the Fall synonym
and I ain't talkin' seasons as the drop begins
ain't leaves less you mean of collective sense
and can't mean consciousness as the day's events
prove the narcolepsy, caffeine pills, coffee and Pepsi
might stem the REMs but can't lift the lids, see
you dream the world around you, 'cept the dream directed
media set the scene, and your performance reflected
the typecast role given, ain't got an ad-lib in you
but if you play right in playing playwright, then the venue
trickle 5% down, recoupable unless attendance up
these people pass as plaintiff and all defendants duck
when there ain't no weight to the charges being thrown
if the truth is being shown, switch to ***** about the tone
with which it's being given, I'm taking forever back
so I know I'll see yall get it before my fade to black
transition to the credits, overdrawn outside your damn self
each one the jungle keeping under out to overstand wealth
but when income disposed instead of invested
time spends no dividends, development arrested
bested by those whose fathers drew class system blueprints
let a few figureheads through so the held back see new prints
and fantasize their fingers on chains and in rings
marquees and lips of breezys proclaiming your name
all good if the image reflects the man all the same
but if self-mirror manufactured, a hard look will fracture
and a seven year stint of self-loathing impacts your
adopted dream, it’s seeming the seams split
so the garment’s gone I garner, time to drop the armor
and let life in, if it’s death I’m wifing
and it’s til death do we, than my immortality truly
insured, inferred in each utterance is this:
main purveyor of bliss, suffering exorcist
same as my namesake, so you say the game’s fake?
****, this been fiction, but cure for this affliction
like coming off an addiction, if the current depiction
of emcee ain’t deterring people from the predilection
of needing every rapper on the radio interchangeable
then I gotta counter material dreams with something tangible
have you feel it without knowing it like the air surrounding you
shoot substance subdued til it’s found in you
and I ain't talkin' seasons as the drop begins
ain't leaves less you mean of collective sense
and can't mean consciousness as the day's events
prove the narcolepsy, caffeine pills, coffee and Pepsi
might stem the REMs but can't lift the lids, see
you dream the world around you, 'cept the dream directed
media set the scene, and your performance reflected
the typecast role given, ain't got an ad-lib in you
but if you play right in playing playwright, then the venue
trickle 5% down, recoupable unless attendance up
these people pass as plaintiff and all defendants duck
when there ain't no weight to the charges being thrown
if the truth is being shown, switch to ***** about the tone
with which it's being given, I'm taking forever back
so I know I'll see yall get it before my fade to black
transition to the credits, overdrawn outside your damn self
each one the jungle keeping under out to overstand wealth
but when income disposed instead of invested
time spends no dividends, development arrested
bested by those whose fathers drew class system blueprints
let a few figureheads through so the held back see new prints
and fantasize their fingers on chains and in rings
marquees and lips of breezys proclaiming your name
all good if the image reflects the man all the same
but if self-mirror manufactured, a hard look will fracture
and a seven year stint of self-loathing impacts your
adopted dream, it’s seeming the seams split
so the garment’s gone I garner, time to drop the armor
and let life in, if it’s death I’m wifing
and it’s til death do we, than my immortality truly
insured, inferred in each utterance is this:
main purveyor of bliss, suffering exorcist
same as my namesake, so you say the game’s fake?
****, this been fiction, but cure for this affliction
like coming off an addiction, if the current depiction
of emcee ain’t deterring people from the predilection
of needing every rapper on the radio interchangeable
then I gotta counter material dreams with something tangible
have you feel it without knowing it like the air surrounding you
shoot substance subdued til it’s found in you