Rainy days, (x2) it’s all relative to the future and the past. Can’t get passed the mistakes that I’ve made so I stay, grounded. I try to vision success except the way to win is through deception. I use the most deadly weapon; it’s my mind. If there’s a will, there’s probably no time. Get it right, but don’t fight the gravity! It’s a heavy burden, but it naturally occurs. I awoke to the monsters who emerged from the darkness. Now I realize the devil has his laser targeted, for my dome. This might be the last time I ever have a set-in-stone home. Hook x2: F-L-double O- D; I’m moving faster than you so I see, the theory of relativity, in a different light.

Time is precious, so let's forget the preface. There's work to be done, a lot to be accomplished. I'll work as your accomplice, to achieve your full potential. No gaps in success, it's sequential. For now, let's just pencil in the answer. I think my heart is hollow because nowadays, I just don't know what to follow. The facts are unfounded in the township. Raid your closet in search for the cool kids. Shift shapes in slop with clay like pottery. The drool for a fool who bids on the lottery. It's mind over matter, my reality is shattered, when science is proved wrong. All along my eyes have been deceived. The dark figure has conceived an answer and he speaks. With little to be afraid of, the main valve manifests, a bleak, but influential mystique. As the sky falls, I see the men crawl, into their tomb. Waiting for the light to shine through from the womb. The true shadow is shown and revealed. When you hear the gong sound: You know your fate has been sealed.

Flip it like the message that you're trying to deliver. Give it to me! You smokey, man? It doesn't matter; hand over the contraband! Let it land like some hail falling from the sky. I'm prying the mic from you as you actively die. Breathing in, and then out. The hero gave zero fucks as he did his last walk-about. Smash the bros just getting out of bed. It's crucial that you don't weigh the solutions in your head. They're too heavy for modern-day science. All these compliant regulations have left me reliant, on the back-packers that have million dollar shelters. Twenty rooms for you cause it's never not enough. Spike the punch; we need the mind control to kick in. Master of the meddling kids who always revealing, Who's behind the mask? Take responsibility for the treacherous task! All the fine prints are leaving me passed, out. It's eye straining. The Pantene always seemingly needs some more maintenance. I'm taking this relationship to a whole new level. All in the Pueblo! Stand up and take a stand, be the rebel. That we all need; In the future, I can see the men and women in the streets.. Looting, rioting, the violence is quieting the suits. Martial law enacted to the rhythm of the boots. The casualties dropping like your wondrous dreams. It only takes time to rip apart the heart at the seams. Hook: And when the weather (whether), leaves you in funk, [Mingle with the doubts until they all just fade away] x3

Here we go with a flow on the microphone Did you know that the show would be postponed? Put on hold, music playing, patiently I wait, Men sneak up from behind to asphyxiate. Little did I know how my future would play out Mind recalls my past when I was a cub scout Finding harmony in my imminent circumstance Normally the only thing I find is ancient artifacts Irrelevant, development passing out in a desolate, realm. Overwhelmed by the responsibility while I'm, at the helm. It won't change anything if you try, harder. The misguided pride of a man who calls himself a martyr. Do you really have a choice? Do you really have a voice? The dreams of a kindergartener, "I want a Rolls Royce." Capitalism at its finest you good folks, 'You can all achieve the American Dream', but don't get up your hopes. (x5) Log the function; it involves 10 tiny shiny corporate men, bathing in their pay. When they purchased and attained a bad debt, the fletchers came and pounded out the debtor. A young youthful youngster setting out into the world seeking the truth. Education system sending soldiers in with blood on their suits. They tell you it's, for the better. Yet, you and I have seen nothing but lonely beggars on the streets. Who's at fault? Who's to blame? The deceased? Please, look inside your own picture frame, and tell me you haven't fulfilled the prophecy. (x2) Face numb standing in the wake of the wrath. Looking upon a horrific blood bath; the fall of humanity.

Verse 1: Stop, drop, and roll. Call damage control; you might need it... Split from the bit. A lot of emcees end up in a half commit. Being as vague as society will accept. Except you can't fool the ones who are adept and wise. They look at the humans, and they see us as THINGS, that they can guide. But when I say this, I speak for all my people! We will not compromise. We won't be associated with corrupt ties, Oh, that's right; you're looking at a living consequence. Be concerned about people hopping the fence, and running away and telling your secrets (x2) (tellin!) "Into the armed forces you go with little or no guidance. They tell you, If anyone asks you of our secrets, deny it." Verse 2: Because they don't want the truth to acknowledged. Immortal Technique said it best in a Revolutionary rhythm. "I won't trade humanity for patriotism." It's Independence Day: past, but the Freedom never lasts. I love all my people even when they betray. Cause what's the point of all the hate? I don't see it, ever! Humanity; we bring the human, but what about the suffix? We living in a time when we constantly suck the substance. It's full of all the demons that drain you to empty. Are you ready to take the next step in the story? Outro: I ask all these questions, but I never get an answer. Even when I do, it's always just the default or the standard! "I could move on if I really wanted to." Well, then what do you think is stopping (stalking) you? (x2) It's the Paradox of the gun shot that is popping you, right where it hurts.

I’d like to think the flood would never come, 'Til one day the Reign washes away the dirt and mud. Destroys an entire city in its path. Families left with nothing but the gas in their cars. Traumatized with emotional scars. Lightning, it’s fight or flight when the mighty takes a grudge. You dark like the clouds in the sky. I hope the next chance I get is on my time. Can't the business men see the hole in their scheme? Send a virus to take their American Dream downstream. With a bucket of water to wash down the worries. It's all fun and games until a bad memory, surfaces. That brings the bottles, the drugs, and social services. To the front door the repo men come, banging! Scanning the open area like fire escape planning. Hook: Survey the abyss, for just a hint of light. Good lurks in evil; it's just out of sight. (x3) With the Reign comes the flood. Take a sample of the Prince's blood. It might be useful when the Plague resurfaces. Perfection of this flow is quite subjective. Selection of the kingdom is contraceptive. Joy brings the happiness that heaven is said to have. Mineral spirits and oil set on a blacksmith's slab. Using heat to forge the metals with careful procedure. Pressure forms the sword, and when given to the leader, the war can be won with heart and belief in meager, forces: Torches burn into the night as the rebels march! A tyrant emerges from the valley at large. The image almost unbearable to the legion; Pledging allegiance to the apparent reason. (x2) I'm like, "Please, believe!" There's nothing left to give to you, or the Gods. The waterhole beyond is a blatant mirage, messing with you gentleman! I made a pact to correct the tilted mask inside the record bin. I've long lost my gentle skin, to the dirt on my hands. Peace out! until I decide to return to this hellish land. The safe house and the code word have been compromised by a snake inside. That's the word on the street; Hope it never happens to me... [x4] Survey the abyss, for just a hint of light. Good lurks in evil; it's just out of sight.