6th & A - Intellectual

[Intro: Voice Samples]

There must be some inaudible but effective message buried at subliminal levels on one of the hit records

Well maybe it's causing them all to behave like derelicts

What's the problem?

It's important to be liked but it's more important to be free and to be yourself

That's not exactly true you know

I'm stuck here in civilization

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Argh shut up ya bloody [?]

[Verse 1: Deca and voice samples]

Funds low, left my wallet in El Segundo

At the dive acting extra brolic and gung ho

Stay cool and composed when meat heads with front row tickets to the gun show are gunning for your numbskull

It spiraled out of control I hit the exit

Ran for dear life past a junky with a death wish

Out of step with the network socialiate nexus

And every waste of blog hype on your guest list

Gimme precious momentary respite

I'll find like minds to connect with

Deadlift the world’s weight and count reps (groovy)

Then flex for the montage and throw Thulsa Doom’s skull down the steps

I may have cheated death but treat it with respect

Stressed out with debt collectors breathing down my neck

A twice born life form following tradition

Trying to shift tides with the movement of a Bic pen

[Chorus: Deca and voice samples]

(Money has its own way)

It has its own way

It grows on flesh and bone

Tell them what they won't say

I listen close when the other side speaking through me

Cry oceans sweat bullets and bleed profusely

Never had much from a bottom feeder in a fish bowl

To a hedonist with a string of bad luck and a fist full of dollars for the strip show

Where Maya bears it all for the ones who keep their lips closed

[Verse 2]

Keep me conscious of the promise that the future holds

So when I'm tempted I don't make a mess of something beautiful

Duck projectiles flying off of Cupid's bow

Walked the path since the Luck of Lucien you should know

I kept my balance on the thin line and juggle flames

On lover's lane where a lotus by any other name

Is still subject to death sickle and bullets from sex pistols

Killing them soft and playing subtle games

Love is strange but nothing could ever come between

The lady and the balladeer with a drum machine

A child filled with rage

A girl in a gilded cage

Chasing the ghost of some idyllic age

I follow where the women clothed in the sun goes

Funds low, left my wallet in El Segundo

As the day unfolds and empires crumble

Rule of thumb stay humble

Cool and composed