Final Thoughts - Intellectual

[Intro]

There will be no life left on this earth

Because of pollution and overpopulation

There will be no life left on this earth

Society standart in present day commerce

Is to be your own person/individual

Now when you're challenged to be your own individual

You are shown different archetypes

To help you achieve individuality in your own way

Now the projеct experiment at hand is thе advanced integration

Of assorted countercultures into macrosystematic society, if you will

[Verse 1: Dr. Oop]

Now

Who's got the world captive?

Capircorn Matterhorn swingin' mathematics

Word is bond, James Bond

But blacking in the 700th club

The agent Black poison devils with the dub sack on the dub track

Dig duggin' through the mud like a mud cat meet Mean Joe Black Love

Above and beyond you, Beyonce says I'm Destiny's Dad

Kick the stomach of a pregnant chad

I got the steering wheel, I'm headed up North

Off the vertical plane, smokin' herbals on the train of thought

I could be sold and bought

But it ain't enough money 'cause I can't be caught

You caught yourself fallin', it was all for naught

'Cause you started fallin' harder once the lesson was taught

Gays hog the rainbow, I hate the star spangled spankin' pain

From a kaleidoscope of angles

The City of Angels, I work the ankles

Run for the day glow rock in a [?]

The Earth is in shock, Black Planet if you're hearing this

Weekends were made for science experiments

[Verse 2: Subtitle]

It's a different time

People do what they wanna do when they rhyme

I say what we feel now to make a dime

Infiltrate through art design

Innovate through cyber soul/uncontrolled drama

The young and old

And from the cold focusing on the story that's told

The Dalai Lama [?] with the verse

That they rehearse fondly

Half-matador, half-Salvador Dali, the cavalier

A mysterious commodity on a brand new contemporary odyssey

Adventures up in deluxe ammunition

Brunette ambition and the ones that want to win

Sign, seal and a done deal

With two months left on a lease

Please, I'll chill

Field work, outdoor interactive

See us all rockin' at your local rec center

I'm offbeat on puprose from surface to the bottom

Where the turf splits and my eyes light up like Gollum

From Lord of the Rings like J. R. R

I like for my realm to be way too far

Out on a limb from her or him

And if I wanna meet halfway on a whim I [?]

[Outro]

Assembled through chance and fortune

The iconoclast that you heard on this end recording

Represent a pure expression of a questionable and apathetic medium

The only venture to the unknown

Is when they try to remember the identity

That they grafted onto themselves in a meager attempt

To belong to some intangable grater whole

That is evident through the false materialism

And anti-capitalist that still need their pockets line with blood money

In order to spout their manifesto of the day

[?] our global lifestyles that we chose to partake in

In other words – do what you feel

Soci- Society standart