VERSE 1:
Down the line when a story gets spread, it seems many interpretations they make speculations when entering one's head traumatic situations all over flown by them false words shed....(Its feedback, in company by static on the reg...) - Yes it happens all the time, harmless and innocent political statements to everyday movements eye-tation, propaganda, the theory x of generation hearsay rumors slander contribute to the sole's inclination, yo god, what we facin'?! (...Some individuals indulged in convers-satin'..) - Mistaken, identity, possibly shattering the truth's creating. Portions of reality declined on the pendulum attempting to balance a sense for the millennium, cancel it's insufficient facts for they are poisonous released by the blindest vocals, they are feminists, i told all the chord for the earth, observe these words I ex-heard those some may heard consequence that's paid when you livin' in dirt, livin' in dirt..
Hey yo what's up kid...? (hey, yo what's goin' on..?) conscious lives have been abducted! (....word, for mad long!)....it's like feedback's destructed....(well the info's wrong).....for that, truth has erupted....(lies are stepped upon...)
Hey yo what's up kid...? (hey, yo what's goin' on..?) conscious lives have been abducted! (....word, for mad long!)....it's like feedback's destructed....(well the info's wrong).....for that, truth has erupted....(lies are stepped upon...)
VERSE 2:
Yo, the smoke exhale out my black lungs in a cipher of 3 - i do debate under moonlight positioned over derail sic sense the politics by any moves to make, slightly interrupted, hey yo what's up kid as a messenger, what's the word, not knowing he's corrupted to the L lingers between 2 fingers, before passing' to it's victim of hearsay, resisting calls in the worse way than informing me of impurities that took place in the midday 'st. reading - police was mad deep on some sting operation where heads push bath-wigs and drugs be circulating', the new complex downtown, if I knew their location, peer to be your underground crack plan by his interpretation - mad F.B.I types, only tek-tivs open fire on what they suspected - this crossfire infected chemicals to a blaze, mayhem projected, contents collapse, evidence elapse, yellow tape intact - cop search for contexts and boom react to such facts, able to shine light when the question was asked...
Hey yo what's up kid...? (hey, yo what's goin' on..?) conscious lives have been abducted! (....word, for mad long!)....it's like feedback's destructed....(well the info's wrong).....for that, truth has erupted....(lies are stepped upon...)
VERSE 3:
For every two eyes lies the next man's perception, death bits fear in da spectators directions (true..) innocents connected immediately - the sympathy of the victim with the weapon, they plot's unclear but the streets is the set-in the second into a prop for this trauma's progression. My existence becomes a fast flashed question, FEMA produce my prints? to stop me in it's intersection. Reach my destination move through the spot casually, pushed the button and the door down the stairs gradually i'm slowed by security, examine down thoroughly - stepped towards a man who breeze me on a product's purity while i'm discussing' the internal corruption he's erupting security's fake D.I quick and start buckin'. The man hands me something, I tell him - i touch nothing! screams.....or die here frontin'...throws out the back with his, the death destructing button...(straight up niggas be buggin'!)....for sic sense productions...(yo word life cuzin'..) conscious abduction...(truth needs eruption..) yo, man start cuttin..
