[Intro: Conrad Roberts (sample)]

Inamorato

Mission: music, masculinity

Master of the art: music

Who is this music that which description may never justify?

Can the ocean be described?

Fathomless music

Body of all that is

Live ever lastingly

Men, initiate

Inamorato, your music art tomorrow's unknown known life

I love tomorrow

[Verse 1: Adeem]

Good morning breath

Retrieve its intense accidents

Left me in the dust

How didn't I notice

This isn't laughter, it's a mini chapter

A twisted disaster, shoot for the stars

The sun paid me to do it

This is all real, reaching further

A curvier road that we have encoutered before

Sound the alarm, run to where it's warm

She insisted that I learn

Telling and teaching me are two different things

And I pack enough culture to strengthen wings

So now it's all about the wind in my face

The race is quickening, imagining

The only reaction is her satisfaction

Satisfaction

Tell me again, you love the color of my green eyes

And I will tell you with a straight face that not once have I cried

I have seen the experience and I've questioned the way that things work

All philosophy still hasn't proved to me the real answer on why it hurts

Punching, kicking, screaming - none of this will bring me an ending

That compares to a story book

But all it took was a crush second

To know that it wasn't you

Turns out that I have a great imagination

It's so distant that I walk around in my own circulation

Based on the above

The truth is used in emergency situations

She only cared about my spontaneous religious fascinations

Needless to say that the question can sometimes be your solution

'Cause I have walked 217 steps away from institution

With words as clear as day sometimes it still doesn't become clear

The simple things that we enjoy are still the concepts that we fear

I hear music. Or should I say that once in my life I heard

But only half the think or I would be if that situation hadn't occurred

Wasted feelings, wasted pride and wasted lust and wasted touch

The scenery must change so as humans we would not care so much

Why should anyone bother? I need no explanation on how the pain works

Am I familiar to the face?

'Cause I'm the one who constructed your world

[Verse 2: Sage Francis]

I'm a construct of your world

Deep rooted, polluted and tortured, abused and altered

I just caught your eavesdropping

Atoms rising to pluck the fruit from off the branch

Reaching out to touch your inner drive

Cut me open and count the rings inside

To see how long I've been alive

Containing forms of records about the types of storms I've weathered

Leave a stump for kids to carve initials as long as I'm remembered

But lessons go forgotten

Plus, you don't believe a thing

Listening to the whispering of my leaves in the wind

When the breezes begin

You're just concerned with flying kites

Till I tangle up your child's play and get you climbing heights

Still reluctant to hear me out, admiring the sights?

You have no idea what it was like being nailed to Christ

You're swinging from the twigs and limbs that used to hang your siblings

Have respect, you selfish, self-centered sack of man-made buildings

I was the original pinnacle, but now I'm nothing to you but kindling

Tickling my inhibitions of naturally attracting children

Who have a funny idea of what forever is

I witnessed the first time lips kissed with stripped innocence

Not too long after that was eye supplying shade

For a man caressing silverbacks trying to get laid

Monkeying around and now they're all dying of AIDS

Government gorilla tactics, that's a false, I bring the plagues

Cancer that's just icing on the cake

I nurse and feed you 'cause you drained me of my sap

With taps of perverse procedure

I hold your family background right down to the first amoeba

Watched you grow from just crustation to a land mammal

It hurts to leave you, but I've had enough

And it'll be very relieving

Just who do you think supplies the air you're breathing?

Humongous oxygen tanks?

As if it's all free

Constantly wondering where your dogs are at?

They're barking up the wrong tree

Wanting proof of identification, but I existed before fingerprints

Cognitive dissonance

I hear chainsaws in the distance

If a tree falls in a forest and nobody's and there to hear it

Does it make a sound?

I'll go down quietly, but you'll feel it

Still, the sixlegged thoughts keep eating away at my inside

Till I'm nothing but hollowed out hide

The dead tree's still standing

Here comes the hunting axe of lumberjacks

So I attract like lightning when the thunder cracks

I'm under attack

So I may finally stop, slumber, relax

[Verse 3: Buck 65]

I see myself in the uncut grass of right center field

Lying on the brink of trying not to think

I look at the sky, but all I see is spots

I could change. But what do I do with these thoughts?

Starting with my toes, I flex for a count of 10

And slowly work my way up the side of the mountain

My spaceship's inspected, ready for blastoff

My skin is shed and my troubles are cast off

If I hover above myself, holding the magnifying glass

And saying "Hi" to a silver dragon flying past

"Hello! And may I say, what a lovely suit of armor"

The heat's enough to make me want to go and shoot a farmer

What am I saying, man?

My tongue ran, leaping, rolling over the shoulders of a young man sleeping

Drawn respiration makes the skyline heave

I think of ideas and wonder why mine leave

Where do they go? And why do they mutate?

And why do I die at the end of the day?

[Verse 4: Sage Francis]

Why do I die at the end of the day? I won't have it

Skulls and crossbones are tragic

Always come home to havoc

Watch my grandma dump her son in the form of ash and bone fragments

From a plastic bag into the sound until it got cold and stagnant

I hold a magnet that attracts negative energy

Welcoming it with open arms

My predators remember me as the one who kills with kindness

They keep a safe distance

The yin and yang isn't the same

Opposable forces face resistance

Taste the bitterness in my sweet talk

Sour pusses claim the salt

When I sugarcoat my words, they take it with a grain of salt

It ain't my fault. I'm just trying to resurrect the dead sea

Then slowly work my way onto dry land, bring back my family

I put dirt into my britter hoping to purify the earth

Soiled myself till I felt clean and didn't reassure my rebirth

I'm dying here. Can't you see that I'm dying?

This is killing me

Feeling guilty about plans for children, free environment

It'll be elderly in this entirement

I invent one-life-left dynasties

Cancel chances of retirement

And that's fine with me

I'm willing to make sacrifices

This is my permission/mission statement

Dotted lines ain't hard to sign when science is religion's replacement

Let us pray to the test tube

And baptize ourselves in distilled water as we dance around the Bunsen burner

Give me a litmus paper so I may write my signature

I promise not to ever procreate if they find a cure

Hysterctomies and vasectomies for all spaded neuter

Your animal instincts cut off your balls

Immortality has your manhood injured

Now all I'm left with is my word

[Verse 5: Sixtoo]

Now all I'm left with is my word

Sound, powerful, grace

And negative space is where the body meets the mentor

The borderline between what you perceive is real

And you really perceive is the appeal of mere mortals

I travel portals on a right to passage

Two parts pacifist, one part born savage

Three parts of a whole man, woman, child aborted

The ex-barfly escorted into obscurity

Urgency. Emergency lights flash as my body crashes

Solid matter to fecal bits

I pick up the pieces of a broken reality

And cut my fingers on jagged pieces of technicality

They're mining iron from my blood and I'm deficient

Indeed, my commentary explicit and I wish it would stop

I'm optimistic as one man can be

But I'm married to myself and looking for a family

Dysfunctional measures are the pleasures I parallel

Like having stimuli and water instead of eating well

Behind these clouds is the sun that I need to grow

Kissing for romance instead of loring with mistletoe

I cut the rings and counted all the years past

Reminisce on my visions and the dreams that I smashed to shards

Give me the card of the guy with the sickle on it

And I'll be more useful than a carriage or baby bonnet

These parallel realities are getting the best of me

So I'm juggling the motives and fucking with divine destiny

The best of me and my angels are part fear

So I close the window on my ego and watch time disappear

Her eyes sparkle like hope and I'm jealous

Overzealous, impatient, tired of playing the patient

Doctor, please give me a God to believe in

Or at least an ounce of recognition for all that I've done

'Cause up to this point, I've made it all by myself

But the cupboards are empty, and there's no trophies on the shelf

And the low-level pressure is enough to make my ears pop

As the last sand of the hourglass mixes with my teardrops

[Verse 6: Adeem]

Release me out of my chains, let me destroy

Did you see the way he was looking at you?

Hit him, push him, do something

I swear to God, if you turn the other cheek, then it's over. You might as well die

Well, good to you to defend yourself

And the pride that you're carrying around your neck

Why should I be quiet?

Call me by my name when you are speaking to me

Without me, your edge is gone

Without me, you would be scared

Break something. This isn't fair

Why should they talk to you like that?

No more hourglasses, I'm allergic to salt water

Let's slaughter all things in a two-mile radius

Hate is us, and it fuels our divine fire

Take another step towards the confrontation

This is my favorite part

Let's create a way to start

Death is impossible and we are invincible

So there is nothing tougher than our image

I grow fond of the anger, stranger than the others

I come when you least expect

Torment is caused, it's a job well done

Torture our opponents

We know the world as they know it

Listen to me and do everything that I wish

Then we'll dominate, claim privilege to all the things we see

You don't use me enough

I come out to rescue you and this is the thanks I get?

I never get recognized for my brilliance

Only the pain and the destruction, the negative effects that I cause to the innocent

Let the temperature rise, let's get psychotic, intimidate

Get a reputation for being untouchable

And I am the voice, no turning back

The strength when you attack

I'm here forever. Never forget, I control you

And God gave me the on and off switch and I use it for your own good

These others do nothing for you

With me, we advance and collect scars

And walk tall and talk about whatever we want

I have watched you grow and collect power

Now it's time to use it

Immortal decisions in the moment is only half of what we want

The energy is our destiny

Grab as much as you can

Without thinking about the sand I was given birth through teasing and abuse

Now we all face the truth, without me you are nothing

So acknowledge my existence

So you can never distance yourself

From the things that keep you alive

Sit back and get ready, my student

The ride is going to be painful and incredibly intense

We walk as two, but we will leave as one set of tortured footprints

[Verse 7: Sage Francis]

We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints

Now here she comes

Walking through the door, giving that look

Sinse I roll with shook wimps I'm shaking in my boots

Kids behind me eating steak and soup talking about beatbreaks and loops

And I want to turn around, join in on the convo

But I ain't got jack to say

And it's sad to say, I'm just a poetry fag acting gay with my black beret

I just came to this wackass cafe

To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of time before the matinee

Why, oh why did I need cappuccino cooler

Now I'm trying to avoid eye contact, let's see if I can fool her

Put a look of concentration on my face as I scribble on a napkin

Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious about this mess of nonsensical pen action

A web of chicken scratch and ink blots

Is she still there standing awkwardly glaring? I think not

Look up... Think again

Shit, Now when is she going to stop making me waste ink from my pen as I sit and pretend?

I knew I should have come with a friend

Now I shrink and I send myself into meditation, and I'm on the brink of zen

Is she buying it? I pick up my empty glass, tilt it, and drink the flem

She's still scoping

In fact, this chick's a 10, at least in my book

Which isn't all that well read, but as been said

Once she gets her grip on men, they simply bend backwards

She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and student teachers

Who all profess their love for all of her protruding features

There's no fooling this creature, she's way fine

So dope I'd have to smuggle her across state lines or else pay fines

What's holding me back is what I heard through the grape vine

She's a non-conformist freak only comes out in the daytime

Don't look at me, I can feel the burn of a stare on my sensitive skin

I'm antisocial and I don't know how conversational sentences begin

Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of sexual healing

This impotence is sickening. She's sensual, appealing

Now I'm covering up my crotch region by crossing my legs

Lost in my thoughts of whores in my bed, it's awful

So I'm forcing my head into my forearms

I should invite her for a cup of joe

It'd do more harm than good, I just know

I mean she's no Natalie Portman, and I've been kind of holding out for her

Naturally. Now my thoughts spin and she's on the out for sure

Gradually contorting my mind frame so no doubts occur

I activate testicular bravery and I shout to her

Our eyes lock and time stops

She floats over to my spot and I said

"Hi. I'm not trying to hit on you like the way all these other guys jock

I just want to let you know I'm the type of person who lies a lot

Sometimes I fart and pick my nose like a maniac

And I'd be glad to front the cost of a date with you as long as you pay me back

If we ever reach the friendship level where things like that are shared

And I know my facial hair is weird

But I've been waiting for someone like you to shave my beard

I'm usually more discreet about my insecurities

But today... I'm just unprepared"

In all honesty, this dame just stared and I was like, "Uh yeah. So, um...theh"

Nervous twitches were initiated and our nostrils flare

Our eyes started wandering and I'm rocking in my chair

Now I start fiddling with my gear

I continued on scared that I lost her in my upfront approach

She looked at the napkin, noticed what I wrote, which was nothing

I said, "Funny thing is I could have used you as a muse

Wrote you sonnets and iambic pentameter and then produced

Mass amounts of unscent love letters and out of tune love ballads

Some valid but most just to get you thinking of marriage

It's untrue. I don't want to create a first impression I can't live up to

I just wanna..."

She said, "Nuff said! I'm a theme park, ride me before the sunset"

So I jumped up on her shoulders as we exited the entrance

[Verse 8: Buck 65]

Shit

As we exit out of the entrance, we walked into Gamma Spectrum Infinada

Rainbow psychedelia heavenly hash brownie cookies were

Served on pallets of professional patriotism

Pledging perfection within my penile profile

I stood erect upon the pedestal for inspection

But as soon as the bastards tried to check my anal cavity

I got kind of edgy and asked to be placed in another category

They asked me if I was homophobic and I replied

"Certainly." In attempt at reverse psychology

Unfortunately, I was sentenced to peeling carrots

For a political party I didn't like very much

Me and my partner would occasionally kill bugs and put them in the food

Or do other stuff that I wouldn't repeat to strangers such as yourself

I mean, this might be an introduction of sorts

I wouldn't want you to think I'm some kind of a creep, now would I?

Anyways, the weather on the southshore was really beautiful that summer

And I got crabs

Fucking bastards

[Verse 9: Adeem]

Making love when no fathers intend to fall victim to sisters of cousins who have nephews

Who breed with elephants, and the forests are burning

All the monkeys are running for the hills

Chill up your backside

Do you feel the difference between leather and polyester?

The infamous doctors told me you had a lot to offer

The crazy weirdo community, so I continued on a journey

I had first tried to accomplish

I put my rabbit on a leash and took to the river

I floated on the bunny until we entered rapids, watching for the falls

I pinched myself and woke up still strapped to my bed

If it was kinky, that would be one thing

But I'm here for what they call medical reasons

They are the different ones

Everyone jewels, but they make a big deal when mine's excessive

I think me and the world compliment each other

I make macaroni necklaces, and the world is always spinning

Constructive behaving is what I'm saving for the bilingual flamingos

They are the keepers of all the secrets

Hopefully, they can tell me what happened when my sanity was abandoned

Shit, my lips aren't even moving

Knock-knock, who's not there? Where did you go?

Oh, yeah. I couldn't see you in all that first place

These happy tunes got me a day pass to look at all the beautiful pads of paper

That's the coincidence

Do you listeners sometimes have accidents?

Sorry, I was making nonsense

Talking crazy words with big pronunciation

I forgot my map to North America, so I couldn't find Halifax

I've been wandering around in the woods for 8 days, yelling out, "I'm lost, eh"

Escapism is what I need and I know the truth and I will speak it

Running up to pretty girls saying, "I have a secret"

Intentional and premeditated are such overused phrases

Besides, I'm not like you and don't work on the methods

Where are your drinking fountains?

My rabbit is thirsty and I need to fix the e-brake

For purple lip's sake, let's all be rational

And I will suggest a feast of risky ideas

Clearly, we shot past the future

So, we reached the classic history

Man, it's hot in here, Or is it just your staring eyes?

You, with the ugliest billy goat that I have ever laid eyes upon

Have you read the set list? You're on next

[?] two quick flares with hook set

Hey, pretty molecule, you got a date for eternity

I figured that line was hit or miss

And if that doesn't work

I will impress with a medicated performance on a broken piano, [?] and barbecue chips

Missing seconds without any ear muffs

Paul Roben rich great minds think different, that's why we here

Somersaults and bowling, portapotties and sunbirth

The mystery we are holding is about to take a drastic turn

My trip was worth the view

And the propellers that were stolen from fans

I got to touch a pro seven

So now I'll never wash my hands

Paradise in a cozy sofa

Ecstasy in a new set of running shoes

It's simple things of the creative myth

And society makes me moonwalk in circles

So I'll decide who's not fit here to own a llama

I can't help but think about all those poor innocent retards who work from 9 to 5

Staring at a computer screen. I get to watch cartoons and live in other worlds

It's war in these here brain cells and the weather feels great

I'm ready to freebase the pez and lick the painting off the plate

Laugh, it's serious. Cry, It's hysterical

Chaos of emotions wrapped in a comical manuscript

Consider this a narrative that explains the genius of true meaning

Maybe I'm fully awake and the rest of the world is dreaming

[Verse 10: Buck 65]

Maybe I'm fully awake and the rest of the world is dreaming

Or maybe I'm fully erect and my dream girl is screaming for me

Call me the adult film industry insider

Call me tomorrow, call me the skin diver

I'm crude like oil that sprung from the source

Young Buck 65 and I'm hung like a horse, you know me

Hang on to my hips for the ride of your life

Then you're gonna wanna be my bride, and my wife

So here's your chance to take a walk like a pedestrian

Or else you better saddle up quick like an equestrian

Don't confuse me with the type to stick the jimmy and leave her

'Cause you don't want to end up with the Simian fever

If you know what I'm saying

So come equipped with the latex

Then we can try to take each other to the apex

Cock me back with both hands, but don't hesitate

Soon our bodies will vaporize and levitate

Pulling your hair. We can holler and hiss loudly

But neither of us want to turn all of our piss cloudy

Make a contribution to the ejaculate collection

The only way you get pregnant is immaculate conception

We're way too young, so get it out of your system

Wage full frontal assault and make me a first victim

I wanna get down with a New York to Paris model

And do what I do to make her see stars like Aristotle

A voice in my head is speaking the word "eat her"

And I'm hungry, so I'm going to stick my beak in her bird feeder

Gym naked. And she can fly my glider south

When it's my turn and let it land inside her mouth

But for right now, let's listen to the weather report

Take photos of ourselves in the leather we sport

Cuff each other and we can do experiments

Test our love and build a human pyramid

Kiss me soft, grind my organs

I'll spank you for it later

Switch positions and unbutton your shirt

I'm dirty and like to eat dessert first cuz I'm perverted

Haven't you heard of the arrogant incubus sexual surrogate

Best undressed fully erect primate heterogynous congressman

Licking the honeypot sloppily

For 25 bucks in monopoly money

[Verse 11: Sage Francis]

Sexorcism

A beast of regret dwells well within the loins

It nourishes itself on control and willpower leaving a hunger of primal desire

We are slaves to necessity

Indentured servants to serpents of want, lust, and just must have

The immediate burden outweighs all long-term importances

And temporarily blinds righteous eyes

With recovered vision the soul becomes sick with disgust

And hastily decides never to look back at that lapse of morality

Repressed memory advocates repetition of shameful exhibition

My strongest weakness has got my penis in a vice grip

I might slip and stab the demons with an ice pick

Forbidden juices drain

Punctured the bloated limb and bring down the swelling

Squeeze the life out of the negative influence and hope not to arouse a rebirth

Immaculate conception of undeniable force

Sexoricism

[Verse 12: Sixtoo]

Immaculate conception of undeniable force

Feeding my own words down my hypocritical trachea

Questioning my motivation

I tie cans to cattails swimming in rendered oceans complete with flat whales

I look through the people in the door, and the people pass

I see myself in the sting steeple blast and I ask too many vague questions

But I'm looking for solid answers

What the hell happened Kwame's polka dot dancers?

I stand on a pillar of shoot me symbolism

And crush cynicism with contempt for courtesy

Two miles separate my dreams and reality

'Cause it's me versus myself versus everyone rationality

These nails bind me to soundboards of education

Intrepid emulation of my craft is inspiration

Conservation of the creative art forming heartwarming

Hope for my siblings and counterparts

State of the artistic

Mind frame and fractional thoughts think twice more

I fracture boneheaded servants with whatever type of pleasure

Digging crates trying to find unrocked treasures

That beat mining escapades on

I'm a freight hopping hobo

Couldn't copy my style with a pause button or slow-mo

I mean, it all comes down to one thing, it's us or them

Who else the fuck is gonna rock like this at 76 BPM?

I mean, my ego gets inflated on a stage or in the bedroom

Got a '69 Cadillac with a large amount of leg room

I drive like a bag lady when she's headed for the food bank

Winston Peters in the DJ contest and the food stank

I also got a rain check in the amount of 30 bucks

So, I bought some sure 447s and they skip

Shit sucks and that's life

It's nothing like two roads and one choice

I got many ideas, one delivery and one voice

Tragic comic, got a pasted on smile

Got the fist of the white lotus in a snowstorm style

You can bring up whatever kind of army you want, see fit

I'll open up your brain and talk shit

[Verse 13: Adeem]

Open up your brain and talk directly at the world

Are they challenging us to warrior's clash titans

We'll fall and no physical touch will be exchanged

Due to the fact that we exist on the narrow touch plane

Unfamiliar concepts dressed up with candy for all the children

Web the new frontier off my brow

Controlling the energy from sunrise to sun down

Pick up my voice and dip it in immortality

The noise I make is human and the effects are so emotional

I live off the gift to dominantly exist

So when we kiss of death inhailing God's breath

And pain with my fingertips

Bleeding naps are feeling from the gallows

Warning the human [?] is too shallow

We are adding new species to the water

The harder they are, the better they confer

But faces in the campus [?] texture

A primitive obsession to give lessons

When invisible weapons that you lost in the winds of change praying for still air Press record on your memory and dictate a new opinion

Walk the way we run, speak the way we teach

Father, break us until there are no more drums to seek

Not worth the effort, mention, this global management of art

The first footstep in a new creation order

I'll take you at a young age, erase all the words that have been forcefed

Give you animal instincts and wings that come with provokes

Build an anatomy of unbreakable spirit or unmatched strength

A smaller brain with a larger capacity

A love for poetry and sculptures

Manners and a writing hand that never tires

A daily dose of suffering and suffocating

A hate for computers and the evil that they make

But a love for technology and the way it makes the world shake

An education of humanity to build up your personality

We'll be a family in a nation of destiny

We'll rise and pave everything in our path

Your brain is important in this process

This will be our first experiment

And if it goes well, we will breathe and feed the science

To all the others who have lost any hope of options

This is what we've been waiting for, this is our chance

Our tribe will conquer

From pole to pole

Old documents that foreshadow our control

Make our own conspiracies and have a pencil that draws an inner circle

All to be dominant

All to be more comfortable

All to be the majority

All to be heard

These violence to stop violence not legends with no exaggeration

Every color with every type of direction

Is a devotion enough to stay and turn to our goal?

We must control sound, sight dawn and night

And get a list of prospects and newborns

And subjects and have the lost pattern in their walk

Block any signals to counter-attack their intelligence

A [?] narrow-minded apocalypse

We won't call it revolution, it's obvious

We'll call it the solution

[?] paranoid delusion

We'll be strong and immune to manipulation

Respond to all the hallucinations

For everyone that lost, we will have an excess in a million

To every soldier, we will have one more warrior civilian

Putting the continents back together

So all forms can communicate and collapse the walls of war

So we can all together generate

In this new novel of new times

We are here to save everything that we are and we know

I will plead on the seed of culture so my new race will grow

[Verse 14: Buck 65]

Deep-seated, bleeding, heartbroken, culture shock therapist

New race winner [?] word sculptor

Capewear and vagabond, flag waver, rail grinder

Chicken lollipop yellow cratefinder

Flamethrower blood sucking film critic

Humongous tree climbing, fader flicking, free rhyming shoe collector

Obsessive compulsive fashion junkie

Chocolate chip, cookie monster

Political prisoner pen thief

Spider sensitive frequent flyer

Small town shortstop

On again, off again astrologist

Impractical craftsman

Sweet talking marathon mystery man

Red-handed sketch artist

Straightedge range roving rock-hardest daydream, believing

No-wrist-watch-wearing contortionist

Chromeplated pop-locking solitire card shark loose leaf litterbug

Computer illiterate slow loving aerosol analog enthusiast

Fly fisherman milkfed metamorphosized 10 natural activist fan club president

Confident/hesitant wildlife living six finger saddle cracker

Shot blocking b-boy

Psyche-delicate sebutone

Sunshine boy certified flatchested statistician

Bloodshot beat finder burden beast pack animal

Shadowcast in mustache masterclass

Presidential sweetie pie crustation exo-skeletal systems analyst

The teeter totter and bottom feeder

Old-fashioned maniac

Gift giving hypnotist

Long-distance lumberjack

Styrofoam televangelist assassin

Acid wash crotch cricket carrying comparison shopper

North American male model citizen

First ever all-at-once ambidexterous secret weapons specialist

Most wanted mint condition critical mastermind

Low down good-looking silver tongue twotime alphabetical acrobat the cartoon

Wigwearing warm weather terrorist

Red devils' throat cutting angry young anarchist

Undercover thundercloud shape-shifting scene

Steal our big city twice thinking

Low-flying rhythm pirate chin musician shit shoveling

[Verse 15: Sixtoo]

Shitshoveling genius, I'm the guy behind you in the theater

Analyzing the results of your faulty exterior

Inferior methods and not to mention your artistic arrogance

Great minds tick while talking of your disappearance

You are in all of us, sexorcism and retard battle rhymer

Everyone's a cross between trees image and god complexities

But we indeed mark emergence submergence of surgeons

Dr. what's his name? Miss whatchamacallit

Service industrial strength cleansing agent of mind over machinery

That's too heavy to utilize

We realize is one that not even one of us is alone

When they steal our DNA to reproduce the clones of image and textbased models

Surrogate systematics crack addicts and mathematics

Fully automatic static addresses and motivation

So I stand somewhere in between

Stealing myself played breaks and marrying a queen

Indecisive hearts tick with all kinds of odd timing

As sure as white kids perpetuate bullshit and wack rhyming

No one thought that I would say this, but now that I have your attention

Lust is sexual apprehension attention of day-to-day material force feeding frenzies

I like Audi Quattros

Doesn't seem to like Benzies

Tiger wants the keys to his beamer

And moose want smokes and zema

Big fucking deal, It's half style, half preference

Like using Nietzsche as a point of reference

We look inside our point of view to find calm and bridge-like structures

And biting is for suckers because ultimately the art is what suffers

And I stand in a buffer zone waiting for the world to end

But it doesn't matter to me when you ask when, why, how

Continue force feed your brain

My seed, my greed, you're lost

East Timor holocaust

Word association is only one half of my twin brother

Which makes it 1/8 me

The rest is yours to discover

Recover a lost thought and the world is at your fingertips

But closing off a world is sometimes smarter than closing your lips

Exposing your hips can lead to a whole lot of hurt

Especially if you're male and wearing a pink miniskirt

So this is dedicated to the art fags everywhere

The kids that have sex but don't wear clean underwear

Computer geek, nerd, magazine clerk, online design, aesthetic freak

Ben and Jerry's ice cream cone head

This zone red zone free format is all yours

Open interpretation closed mind open doors infiltration

Read between the lineage

And we will give you hope or a chance for pilgrimage

Whatever you want to like 30 seconds right brain leftwing

Nutshell is yours to break openhearted

[Outro: 2Mex (sample)]

Understand the underground unsung