WEBCYAN
New member
hehe... usually i think posting lyrics on a bbs is a little odd, but I guess Im crossing over. anyway, here they are. comments appreciated.
Verse 1
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You're rounding to your genesis,
Leaving past behind.
Cultivate your second coming.
Contrive at present latent eyes.
Pre Chorus
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This groundwork for your plan,
Is all that's lain,
All in vain,
All for anything new to gain.
Chorus
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This is,
The need for pointless evolution.
Put off,
Far too long.
Verse 2
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Metastasis as a screen,
To orthodox sobrieties.
Crux in coma, now a relic,
To kill off symbiotic themes.
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Verse 1
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Prince of the air let down,
Jacob's ladder here.
Reap one, reap them well.
Inject, Instill the fear.
Verse 2
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Open their vapid eyes,
To witness how severe,
This veil has been to them.
We need to interfere.
This will get severe.
If we don't interfere.
This will be severe.
Gotta interfere...
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Verse 1
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My left brain's atrophied,
But the right is thriving away.
Most accept majority.
A crutch, a guide, a slave.
Who cares what you think,
When what you think is what they want.
Cut off this cult bringing you up.
Time to test it alone.
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this isnt a song of mine. just somthing i wrote out of frusteration from living with my roommate.
Some background info on him. He's been in jail 10 of his 30 years. Twice for attempted murder, and twice for selling drugs. He has 4 kids, 1 on the way...all by a total of 3 different women(read prostitutes), he sleeps 20 hours a day(seriously), drinks, smokes pot, and lays in bed while awake. Sometimes he'll watch BET or play video games. The gov't pays for his kids(he doesnt pay child support), for him going to school(he has yet to go to even ONE class this semester), and he gets $900 a month just because. He's a member of the black panthers, also a member of some chicago gang. He whines all the time about social injustice but he is THE cause of everything fucked up in the world. He also listens to rap 24/7(litteraly(sp?). he has it on while he sleeps).
anyway...a poem:
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So sick and drawn out tired,
of assault by pop and rap.
Programed beats and coated loops,
Topped off with scratching crap.
Atonal vox and accents on fourths,
And serve it to the teens.
Packaged up with ghettoness,
Playa, OG, bling bling.
Whine and bitch of social opression,
Rap's just regression,
Get it through your head.
In 10 years time...rap will be dead.
Verse 1
------------
You're rounding to your genesis,
Leaving past behind.
Cultivate your second coming.
Contrive at present latent eyes.
Pre Chorus
------------
This groundwork for your plan,
Is all that's lain,
All in vain,
All for anything new to gain.
Chorus
------------
This is,
The need for pointless evolution.
Put off,
Far too long.
Verse 2
------------
Metastasis as a screen,
To orthodox sobrieties.
Crux in coma, now a relic,
To kill off symbiotic themes.
==========================================
Verse 1
------------
Prince of the air let down,
Jacob's ladder here.
Reap one, reap them well.
Inject, Instill the fear.
Verse 2
------------
Open their vapid eyes,
To witness how severe,
This veil has been to them.
We need to interfere.
This will get severe.
If we don't interfere.
This will be severe.
Gotta interfere...
==========================================
Verse 1
------------
My left brain's atrophied,
But the right is thriving away.
Most accept majority.
A crutch, a guide, a slave.
Who cares what you think,
When what you think is what they want.
Cut off this cult bringing you up.
Time to test it alone.
==========================================
this isnt a song of mine. just somthing i wrote out of frusteration from living with my roommate.
Some background info on him. He's been in jail 10 of his 30 years. Twice for attempted murder, and twice for selling drugs. He has 4 kids, 1 on the way...all by a total of 3 different women(read prostitutes), he sleeps 20 hours a day(seriously), drinks, smokes pot, and lays in bed while awake. Sometimes he'll watch BET or play video games. The gov't pays for his kids(he doesnt pay child support), for him going to school(he has yet to go to even ONE class this semester), and he gets $900 a month just because. He's a member of the black panthers, also a member of some chicago gang. He whines all the time about social injustice but he is THE cause of everything fucked up in the world. He also listens to rap 24/7(litteraly(sp?). he has it on while he sleeps).
anyway...a poem:
--------------------------
So sick and drawn out tired,
of assault by pop and rap.
Programed beats and coated loops,
Topped off with scratching crap.
Atonal vox and accents on fourths,
And serve it to the teens.
Packaged up with ghettoness,
Playa, OG, bling bling.
Whine and bitch of social opression,
Rap's just regression,
Get it through your head.
In 10 years time...rap will be dead.