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you're on your way..
menace to my mental-body's aura; empty shot of karma gets me heavy
send me off to rot. let me trot along the belly of the devil. I'm a martyr, shedding all this larva
so they can evolve through metamorphosis, then fly beyond Earth, birth and death
in eternal bliss 'cause they deserve the best
we don't earn it, yet we go through a certain test
it's not a curse unless you're really hurting; bet it's all your perception
a nervous wreck, but you got rid of all your percocet
no longer serving, but learning the curves to bend them
reversing the curse of tension; through service, we turn perfection
into a normalty, given a form to be known and implemented
disinfectant to cleanse the essence and echo a better reflection to the rest and let this..
be the next trend; stopping that sick inception
quick and painless when it's set in motion,
so get in the elevator, up is the only direction.
Tenth Floor.
you're on your way
put your back on the wall and wait
the stars are what you make them
but, the city below makes me think
this view is awesome. I look down from the office at the few just watching
I'm too nostalgic; don't know why I'm in this fancy room
I pause and feel the soothing, calming music coming through the walls
it's soft and resolving.
intoxicating for a revolving door of a heart doing all the talking
my special spot in this skyscraper is like a throne and I know so well; I'm at home, so swell
Rome was built in a day, 'cause time is not what I thought
and often I dance around the notion that maybe dejavu isn't haunting
and every step we take's an old, folk tale
that was written but existed way before it printed
and me, sitting here forming opinions is part of the mission
and you listeing is meant to be more than coincidence
by the inches, we reach the top of the pyramid
quick and painless when it's set in motion
so get in the elevator, up is the only direction.
Tenth Floor.
(Hook)
you're on your way..
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Be Good.
Be Great. Relate.
Elevate. Be Good. Be Great.
caught up in this moment. standing tall, but I'm still growing, yup
not growing up. we'll be young forever. you can try to stop what we get going
going, gone. going strong, rolling hard
'til the wheels fall off, no molly in my system, but it feels like I'm zoning
popped a capsule of that. radical cat. they're mad at the fact that I'm having a blast
rocket-ship. thinking I'ma stop? man, that's a crock of shit
father, please forgive me for flossing like dental hygiene
you talking your shit's not nice, so I'm walking by. can you find me?
I'm Waldo, and very hard to be seen; better get your high-beams on
but, if you spot me, no frauding - admit I might be
the drug inside the I.V's of the hype-beasts
your top 5's ceasing to exist and I suppose that I'm a nice replacement
face it like a dutty to the grill-piece
muddy with the ill speech, buddy; this is Kill Bill 3
fuck with it, for real. gully with a built team
Achilles heel bleeding from us running this; it's filthy
oh, but I wish you the same
throwed, but I wish you the same
keep it dope so you know you can get it the way I do
the way I do. (x2)
wishing everybody gets to shine like me; hit the heights I reach
I'm Mike, 2-3 on the highlight reel. what a sight to see?
I believe I can fly. you can, too, so I demonstrate it for proof
raising the roof. limitation is foolish. maybe I'm doing Too Much...
no Drake and Sampha
Nothing Was The Same once I spun a web that kept me away from the gutter
playing bowling with my life. it's striking, man, I like it
makes my vision sharper than a knife jammed in the eyelid
I Ran like a Flock of Seagulls in the 80's, and didn't stop to take a look at my watch, amigo.
Adios in my beat-up Adios's,
I saw my goal then beat the odds and motions that want to sweep you out of focus, but the crown is golden...
and if you reach above your head, you'll see you've got your own and now it's glowing
pass it down, unfold it
so anyone in proximity gets a hold of it
glorious. superiority's a boring fit
(Hook)
Be Good.
Be Great. Relate.
Elevate. Be Good. Be Great. (x3)
(Hook)
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one puff and I'm a victim to the poison. I'm a sucker to this shit and who the voices come to
with nothing but their jibberish and pointless talk
I could shut 'em up and listen to the Morning Star
boy, it's hard, but I'm loving when it gets into my fortress. you're unorthodox
the more I fall, I'm forced to watch my endorphins blocked by the force of dark
but, it's fine with me. we're way too high to be brought down
and don't you cry for me. no, don't you cry for me
don't resist it when the co-dependence sets in
you're constricted at the neck, conflicted
but, you give in 'cause you're curious & want to play with snakes and be the next to get bit
disperse of these tricks. blurring the lines and we don't need Thicke, Pha'Real
it's so easy to turn that leaf to the wrong side. that could be why we're burning these...
cut-throat with that dirty smoke. too much, though, and I'm first to choke
another one blown and I'm certain that I won't stay awake. curtains closed.
dragging me down with that black magick and voodoo
it could've so tragically ruled you
be glad that the edge isn't broken. that would be crucial
nobody catches a fool...
but, it's fine with me. we're way too high to be brought down
and don't you cry for me. no, don't you cry for me
(say yes)
deep breath, take it all in, lay back and cruise
(open up your mind and just rest)
you're like therapy. I ain't scared of you
you're rare to me.
(you make me so.. you make me so..)
(say yes)
I'm at a loss for words
you put a finger on my lip and told me not to worry
that I'm different than the rest, but not the first
you're not the first, so find your worth
(say yes)
you're like therapy. I ain't scared of you
you're rare to me.
(you make me so... you make me so...)
looking from the center of storm, again.I shouldn't want the help you come to lure me in with
a cushion for the hell that I endure. pushing you to get another war to end; don't mess with me
too stubborn I guess. I go against the current then deflect the hands I yearn to let reverse the hectic situation I tread and
any day, I'm gonna' cave...
but, it's fine with me. we're way too high to be brought down
and don't you cry for me. no, don't you cry for me
I'm dying. please, give me a sign to see
I swear I tried to read between the lines, but I'm diseased..
please..
(Hook)
(Bridge)
say yes.
open up your mind and just rest.
say yes.
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sacrificial lamb; I walk the shadow of the damned
living up to the practice. you can’t blacken out the infallible
the man with the face of the reaper. I'll take you beneath Earth
no grace for the merciless, or praising and worshiping. it’s not safe to converse with this hateful and perfect twin
of the Bloody Mary; no fun. hysteria’s curse is there to plunge you in a murder scene you made, so just be careful
what’s beauty without a beast? a touch of love without a kiss of death?
ready or not, I’m in the flesh and trapped inside a million heads
the world’s against you. Initiation wouldn’t hurt,
but no one can save you from the birth of Vishnu. the surgeon’s in you
shaky hands with a grin disturbed and twisted. my work is sickening,
but you should learn to pick through those issues
safe is not an option when the place is haunted
you can either play by the rules, or get lead astray into a made-up coffin
I don’t really wear make-up often, but I could if you want me to
eyeshadow, blush, black leather-jacket, gloves, and boots
(Hook by Chino Moreno)
you’ve summoned a heartless corpse from under the marshes
I come from the darkest forests where the shamans are humming their mantras
sipping from those wooden cups, following what they were taught long ago
looking to harness knowledge with these concoctions
but, it all went wrong; illuminated, but darkness falls
you can play with fire ‘til the whore of Babylon puts her stockings on
reels you in with a glance and a simple promise
I’m a problem if your conscience isn’t active in your logic
the goblet and the sword is in my palm again
pick your poison.
you’ve been king for too long, my friend
you made your choices.
to walk alone’s to be apart of this evil anointment.
you’ve been appointed…
nowhere to run to
nowhere to run to
(Hook by Chino Moreno)
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the fruits of my labor, you're such a beautiful stranger
I got a crew full of ragers, and I think we're due for some danger
so, what's good? we should fill up the empty space in this living room
go stupid like some imbeciles; no kiddin' you
clock ticking; we don't watch the time, please let it pass
don't kill my vibe; where's Kendrick at? these wild nights, we live for that
ain't no giving back. motherfucker, we deserve this shit
run amok, drunk as fuck. don't want to buckle up, we swerve the whip
they say it's murderous, but I'm impervious
swear to God I ain't nervous. Lords Never Worry...
this is bigger than you, but it ain't bigger than me
keep it 300 from the jacket to the heel of my sneaks (believe)
it ain't as dark as they made the image to be
'cause see, we found a way to make the fucking bitterness sweet
you see, there's tricks to the trade if you want to get with the team
head above the clouds, feet beneath the grit of the street (ya' heard?)
Lucifer, Sun of the Morning
calling me and I know that I'll follow
I'm still climbing the Tree of Knowledge
but, I'm falling
I'm falling once more... (x2)
black hoody bandits; no mask, fully branded (
ganging on you suckers, you would think that Tookie ran it
quick-witted. Limp Bizkit back in the 90's
timing is everything. you can feel the path is rewinding the momentum there's no ending to this show
living legends. get your reverends to baptize 'em in gold (get 'em)
so sick of this lack of flavor that's steady circulating
anger in my head hurting me but I take in the adrenaline instead
it's rushing up & down my spine
Gaia is all mine. you thought wrong. apartheid
light years ahead, so can you save it?
your residence invaded by these Nephilim creatives
the aliens are back. it's a dreaded celebration when the rebels get their way and you attempt to wreck the makeshift
'cause we're already in the afterlife
and you're fucking with some brain-dead parasites
(hook)
facial expression that is blank as a break in a sentence
tasted the medicine, but it made an impression that I can't explain or repress through..
..will-power, pain, or suppression
I could shout a name, but it's empty and so vague, I resent it
this is a weapon without the capstone
this is a gift that could send them out of a bad zone
if the war between pride and humility breaks down,
then a God has arisen from out of black smoke..
I am a God.
(As Above, So Below.)
walks with the head of a reptile in his palm
left the underworld and kept the fire in his heart
the Ouroboros bites its tail and forms a course of cycles
trails of repetition fail if you conform to die in Hell
I am a God.
(As Above, So Below.)
(Hook)
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It's my sanata...
moody gloom. it's apocalyptic when the sun sinks
the moon's renewed. just look directly at it and don't blink
lose your cool. become a misfit if you want peace
fuck the light when you're stomach's tight
the blood-thirst is getting ugly
not many pass the brink, retrieve the gold that live in the gallows
we've been watching you hassle with fulfilling your last hopes
and dreams. they're close to me, but they say stay away
the constellations may explain a way to save your fate
you're mine. you know it well
the signs and broken trails
you get so far alone, but then it all explodes
you fight control and tell me I am known to fail
oh, you may never know how far beyond I go
trust...
and lust for the mind-fuckery that makes you blush,
and then crumble from the wonder of Nothing
be what you are and The Eclipse'll make the cup full
it runneth over. a single drip is enough to plummet a drunk for closure
(Ram Dass):
"Just telling you how it is, you know? It's just the way things are.
And so, you kind of get all discouraged, and your faith flickers
because you had the experience you thought you knew.
You took a stance to represent how you thought it was,
and then suddenly it's all dead, and horrible, and ugly, and empty.
And your faith flickers, and you say, 'I lost it.'"
moody gloom. it's apocalyptic when the sun sinks
the moon's renewed. just look directly at it and don't blink
lose your cool. become a misfit if you want peace
fuck the light when you're stomach's tight
the blood-thirst is getting ugly
you're mine. you know it well
the signs and broken trails
you get so far alone, but then it all explodes
you fight control and tell me I am known to fail
oh, you may never know how far beyond I go
suspended, but out of sight.
inhibition and prowess blind to the twisted and crowded eye of a witness.
owls fly to position themselves beneath a crowded sky
my children are ostracized, but magnified when my hand defines...
(Ram Dass):
"And you don't have anything else. It's The Dark Night of The Soul.
And when the trips start to fall away, if you're like me,
you get really feeling angry and depressed, and jipped.
Because you look around at everybody, you see that ignorane is bliss.
It's The Dark Night of The Soul."
It's my sanata...
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"From any tree of the garden, you may eat freely; but from the Tree of The Knowledge of Good and Evil, you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat from it, you will surely die..."
