Messages pattens of words
Exposed to you
Massaging brains puting across
A point of view
Let me explain the words of a master
Messenger messiah know marsupials
They could be also mammals
Enamels peeling
Of the ceiling
Need new poems to show
The many experience
Of one individual person
To explain a message
Fore mannered
To fit a whole nation
shit we wait so patient
Wating for reasonable explanations
The government will torment
Thier own fucking environment
Why lie and hide behind such
Trickie metaphors
I've decide to open mind
Is better for your peers
And their pores
Keep the clear
And informed when you perform
One receives an obligation
Sort of a weight on their shoulders
To speak messages
Truthful in a positive order
Not all eyes but some eyes
Just a handful eyes
And ears are on me
Internet access
Press the words on me
A little further than i would get
On my own two feet
So whose to speak the bullshit
Over these makeshift tracks
Not I called out Gandalf
With a staff full of lightning
Still exciting writing scriptures
For the grand children
I stand a building
A skyscraper
Take the lives
for the wife that may
Come later
Make my songs of lesser greater
Than contestants pagers
On MTV killing the mockingbird
Still talking words
With no message
Chorus:
The movement of mouth
Motion makeshift
Find something to talk about
Mental weight lift
Message find content
lessons don't rhyme nonsense
The essence of learning
Turn your tape into a project (2x)
Some folks just spit it out
Really don't give a fuck
Just because it takes me a week
For a tapes creation
Dosent mean it lacks sincerity
Or innovation
yes i do sound different
Than the last and thats the point
Time to blast off this earth
Give birth to abstractions of a man
Dwelling in this hellafied junkyard
Leaving you punks
Scared and banned
From this underground tape land
Take my hand
Talking about a wack fuck your raps
Is far from this man
I span my laps
To the grandfather time
As far as i can
for time waits for no man
Nothings gonna change
If me and you dont change
Somebodys gonna have two move up
Step up to the game
Te fiddler's being played
By the pigs
and the wolf is hungry
Bacons fried
Puling the wool over your eyes
So we should reach
Deep
Deep
Deep down
Extract all the weeds
Dont be clowns
We can make beleifs
Of these beats now
(Chorus 2x)
My final verse is this
To the crews out there
Who really speak
Dont dwell all the time
on weak emcees
Find a time to speak
And realitively leak
Information
To the hip-hop nation
Be patient
Our time is now
Along with style
Were the gracious host
Of the new mellenium
These tasteless jokes
About big dicks
And condiminiums
Wont amount to shit except
Maybe comfortable living
But fast living is fast
Taking in these fast times
Fast rhymes Making dollars
With no message is a sour grape
Steped on by us
Inelectually Stimulated folk
With no jokes
(Chorus 4x)
