[Intro]

(Samples)

He's the-

He's the "Wizard of the Oz"

He's got magic... (He's the Wizard)

And you know...

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Yeah, uh, check it

One-two, one-two

Couple wiz' Kids, wouldn't wanna risk it

Yeah, uh

Dark Side of Oz

My name is "Tone."

Easy on the cuts

Y'all check it, bring it down like this:

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[Verse 1]

The Forbidden Fruit, I bit into

And it's innocence minuscule

The menace who ain't flowing when he spit it

At critics in interviews

So give me room

In it to win it, since I was in the womb

And I'll pressure the pinnacle

'Til my energy interludes

Used to be a bit bitter and cynical, (Nothing changed)

Except, I grew into the shoes I tried to wear

But didn't fit into

Realize, It's bigger than you and I

Individual visions elusive, we indivisible unified

Only difference between a kid in prison for moving "pies"

And a cool, legitimate business man in a suit and tie;

One is doing time, the other is on the Jury

Just caught on different side of the pyramid solution, I-

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(Who are you?)

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Just a human, using this music to utilize my polluted mind

Looking for some bluer skies

Do or die, shooting through the storm for the lumin high

What's the truth, you decide

Who knows where the Future lies?

- (Scratching) -

[Sample]

(The Great O-O-Oz has spoken!)

(Who-Who are you?)

- (Scratching) -

I-I-I am

The Incredible

(Beat)

The Incredible

- (Scratching) -

(Easy on the cuts.)

(I-I-I got the wild style.)

Yo, (Listen!)

[Verse 2]:

They wanna see me needy pleading

In the gritty greedy for freebies

To feed it completely

Working the seedy street with a squeegee? (Yeah right.)

I'll go out squeezing for freedom

And speak allegiance

That will leave a piece of me reaching every region

Fleeting Graffiti, seedy encyclopedias, seedy radio frequencies

Even the seething, and deceiving T.V. Screen will receive it

What I mean is, you can stop my heart from beating

My breathing, but the demon in me being dead is some nonsense

You need to quit it, either they did it for dinner

Dim-witted idiot didn't get the edited messages;

We fed up with it

Watch the Television become the supervision

Babysitting, raising your children

On the ideals of Consumerism

Spare me the euphemism, American Feudal System

Cherish the booming business

And stare at the luminescence

Impairing our view of fiction

Appearing in true depiction

Elusive hallucinogenic fear is the group condition

It's very accumulative, apparently unified

Hysterical superstitions as eerie as lunar missions

In terrorist crucifixions, empirical proof is missing

Imperial truth is what libertarian crew is missing

All very amusing when the interiors is fully fitted

Who cares if it's fuel efficient

What's air with pollutants in it?

Just carry the new tradition

'Cause wearing computer chips in your skin

Isn't science fiction, it's barely futuristic

They buried the tool of wisdom in various schools religions

Material movie images, institutions in prison

The clarity, youth is missing, I'm sharing my truth with 'em

Like barreling through a prism as rare as the moon eclipse

[Samples]

(And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.)

("I-I've heard of it, and

I've actually sorta of seen how it works

And it's-it's very impressive, but I think there's two elements to that:

One, who on earth spent that much time working, with that track, and that movie?

And you could try it, you could probably try it with other films and other movies.")