Do Not Disturb

By Illmac

On Clay Pigeons

Released on February 17, 2014

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[Illmaculate]

If I'm condescending

It's ‘cause this angel's bath got me wetted

If I don't drown, to smoke clouds is where I'm probably headed

So many shots to the neck, you think I got beheaded

Walking zombie steppin' over bodies like I'm not infected

A party ambiance of drugs sex and sloppy seconds

Documented, gossip spreads

Hot off the press and off the record

They caught up in it, I'm not affected

‘Cause me and drama a choppy edit; we don't go together

Alcoholic stressin', empty bottle swap depressants

Heady chronic, coughing resin

Gangja session, cosmic thought projection

My squad's an odd collective:

Some have college credits, some work blue collar sweatin'

Others dodge the feds, I live inside my head

Demons crawling the ceiling inside this box I'm kept in

Searching for breathing holes, I think the goal's not to let 'em

Freedom's a hoax, an odd invention

Read the scrolls the knowledge set in

They weighing ideas in gold, but God is omnipresent

Forgive the path my enemies chosen, free they souls

They become strings of code as my legacy's woven

To each his own, greed engulfs your petty emotions

I ain't meant to be broke in a system meant to be broken

It's hard to stay in touch with reality

It becomes a casualty of war

When the battlefield's a balance beam

A thousand feet from the ground

With an “I fall, you fall” type of mentality

Sell us freedom and we pay like it ain't ours

Get on my knees and I pray at this late hour

Thinking about the snakes that we gave power

Bathe they soul in gun powder and flame showers

The same ones that flew the planes in the Trade towers

The real terrorists came out of the Mayflower

Plymouth Rock was ground zero

Except the ones that did the job are now heroes

It's the lies they told you and me

Those who preach peace lose they lives and die the most brutally – why is there no scrutiny?

We imprison those who question different

I don't see my own reflection in this

Overthrow the whole election system

Celebrity overdosing, our gross obsession with them

Control the vote with social nepotism

They don't look like you, no connection with them

Here's some pills for your depression

Now go develop a coping mechanism

I'm co-dependent, home is rented, but I'm smoking heavy in it

Neighbors complaining, hold up

You know the odor's pleasant, bitches!

Rollin' up potent, they hopin' we get evicted

They broke and they desperate

Hit this and hold it for several minutes

Listen, oh no, you just want your nice home cable

Your iPhone paid for, your life so stable

Sad your satellites won't save you – what you think?

God disguised those angels with spy drone halos?

Well, I don't blame you, lies quoted blindfold us

But don't let those emotions isolate you, it's quite clear

Once we can't be sold a dream we're sold a nightmare

But it's nice here so I won't wake you