Mad Stressor

By Shing02

On Zone Of Zen

Released on January 6, 2016

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[Chorus]

Mad stressor, level indicator

Style professor, forms of veda

Nice on the fader, cut innovator

Pay to play the role of the savior


[Verse 1]

Ladies and gentlemen, a world-class settlement

Critical mass surrounding the governments

Proper education versus brainwashers

Power grab musical chairs for posture

Propane gas up your ass

We can jam the streets

Strategic with the candor banter

Love with a capital lambda

Damned vigilantes with lanterns

Demand some answers

Focus sharper than a sigma

Step your game up then stick it to the stigmas

Society wanna keep it as an enigma

Concept fluid as an opening segment

To a figment of my imagination glides

Drop a pigment of blue like indigo dye, you ask why

The truth seems to hide from the public eye

I say take down the fliers and check what's behind

The layer of clutter covering up the sign of the times

See them bandits cross the lines

History obliged, the size wouldn't lie

Seek ye shall find, the wall with no sides


[Chorus]

Mad stressor, level indicator

Style professor, forms of veda

Nice on the fader, cut innovator

Pay to play the role of the savior


[Verse 2]

Cut through the noise, boys being boys

I can give a flying what, perform with poise

Take me for a fool, I don't belong to a school

Too cool to be a tool for the media pool

You gotta to know the rule before you bend it

You need to learn how to earn so you can spend it

Animation suspended, mid-air defended

Examination rendered, laws amended

Data restored, shared and recommended

Convert it into action, covert interaction

Whatever happened to the power of subtraction

More or less, less is more satisfaction


[Chorus]

Mad stressor, level indicator

Style professor, forms of veda

Nice on the fader, cut innovator

Pay to play the role of the savior


[Verse 3]

Paragrahs for the power grab

Decode my cryptic script, it’s descriptive

Only for the gifted, fit to accept this

Arithmetic, add two and two

How many mic checks, one two, one two

It takes work to the stage from the studio booth

Through and through, I even lost a front tooth

In a live set going berserk, diving to vent

Feelings in a world tryin’ to make a dent

On the way back ate the stage, painful lesson

Pent up anger comes out in aggression

If you take issue with the headline official

Material fissile, ugh blow your whistle