So you think that you're right and you're original?
So you think that you're tight?
But you're a typical cynical individual whimsical
To the take,
But never give at all?
You're f****** miserable ways are going to kill us all!
But now I'm the cynic
And,
your best response to this s*** is
Is it?
In it I give a moral
You f****** bin it.
Been there, done that,
but sorry geez I live in it.
Ans I understand the complexities within it.
The whole thing is:
Do as I say not what I do.
I don't think I care that much to follow through.
So join the queue,
f*** that s***
I'll follow you.
But don't you think that you're big because you're dependable!
Or is it something you like just being sensible.
Constable cool!
Logic to the rule,
frowning aloud at the clowning around of a fool!
Life can be so d*** fine
If you let loose a little
Pressure builds up inside,
We must escape the middle.
Escape through both extremes;
Deep dreams to hallucinogenic riddles.
My way seeks no ways peace
Like I said,
We all lean from the middle.
Soul-searchers and Shadow-lurkers;
Two side of the white line.
Giving the last respects to my city before it unwinds.
Peoples,
Who are trying to be better that equals put the preassure up.
Battles,
People shaking their rattles and putting flags up.
The federals are:
Cowards abusing the power for the people to stand up.
Because time and time again
The people who are right are put in a round up.
Their theories are bound up
So f*** my rights
I'm tearing the ground up!
The big and the bad,
the bold, the best.
They're taking control of the situation,
Blunt kniwes will help you confess.
You try to run and just like the rest...
They're taking their guns
Filling them with arms
And will a boom!
Taking out your chest.
I'm making a statement
And paving my way through time.
Rhymes are just a medium
Lives are on the line.
If you relate the things that you see
To the things that you think.
You might be overwhelmed by the stench of the city
stink?
Supposedly our race is enlightened
By that alone,
s***!! I'm frightened
I double dare any f***** who wants to put that in writing!
The clouds are swelling,
Thunderstorms are dwelling,
Eletrical static tension's inventing lightening provisions.
This is pre-superstition.
They're day to day f****** vision.
Ashok is for telling division
Resulting in blood colisions
What?
Ninety five open your eyes and realise
That people die and people leve theis lives living lies
But...
Life can be so d*** fine
If you let loose a little
Pressure builds up inside,
We must escape the middle.
Escape through both extremes;
Deep dreams to hallucinogenic riddles.
My way seeks no ways peace
Like I said,
We all lean from the middle.
So you think that you're tight?
But you're a typical cynical individual whimsical
To the take,
But never give at all?
You're f****** miserable ways are going to kill us all!
But now I'm the cynic
And,
your best response to this s*** is
Is it?
In it I give a moral
You f****** bin it.
Been there, done that,
but sorry geez I live in it.
Ans I understand the complexities within it.
The whole thing is:
Do as I say not what I do.
I don't think I care that much to follow through.
So join the queue,
f*** that s***
I'll follow you.
But don't you think that you're big because you're dependable!
Or is it something you like just being sensible.
Constable cool!
Logic to the rule,
frowning aloud at the clowning around of a fool!
Life can be so d*** fine
If you let loose a little
Pressure builds up inside,
We must escape the middle.
Escape through both extremes;
Deep dreams to hallucinogenic riddles.
My way seeks no ways peace
Like I said,
We all lean from the middle.
Soul-searchers and Shadow-lurkers;
Two side of the white line.
Giving the last respects to my city before it unwinds.
Peoples,
Who are trying to be better that equals put the preassure up.
Battles,
People shaking their rattles and putting flags up.
The federals are:
Cowards abusing the power for the people to stand up.
Because time and time again
The people who are right are put in a round up.
Their theories are bound up
So f*** my rights
I'm tearing the ground up!
The big and the bad,
the bold, the best.
They're taking control of the situation,
Blunt kniwes will help you confess.
You try to run and just like the rest...
They're taking their guns
Filling them with arms
And will a boom!
Taking out your chest.
I'm making a statement
And paving my way through time.
Rhymes are just a medium
Lives are on the line.
If you relate the things that you see
To the things that you think.
You might be overwhelmed by the stench of the city
stink?
Supposedly our race is enlightened
By that alone,
s***!! I'm frightened
I double dare any f***** who wants to put that in writing!
The clouds are swelling,
Thunderstorms are dwelling,
Eletrical static tension's inventing lightening provisions.
This is pre-superstition.
They're day to day f****** vision.
Ashok is for telling division
Resulting in blood colisions
What?
Ninety five open your eyes and realise
That people die and people leve theis lives living lies
But...
Life can be so d*** fine
If you let loose a little
Pressure builds up inside,
We must escape the middle.
Escape through both extremes;
Deep dreams to hallucinogenic riddles.
My way seeks no ways peace
Like I said,
We all lean from the middle.