Letras
The moment that I put an ear to the beat was an omen The doorway to perception was opened
Stepped in it broken
Now the fully formed figure remains
Accepted the coaching Stepped in clear headed Then he exited smoking Time is running out
I keep trying to cut the bunnin' down
But times are pretty low in London Town
So I light a little Lemon
Stay adjacent to the underground
And watch the fakes run around
When the sun is down
And when the sun is up
Misguided little kids out run amuck
Crying out for a voice
But no one's done enough
Hustle hard for some choices they can muster up Bust a gut through this cluster fuck
The so-and-sos
And the such-and-such
For some of us the shit is much too much
So we look for real stuff to touch
Before the dust to dust
Could change something if we trust in us
The moment I put my voice on the beat You were frozen
The Necronomicon holding
I've gone Golden like Frieza
Hold the beats like Ike and Tina It's nice to meet ya
Here in life's arena
But now I'm sat here
Inside the speaker
Catch my words like The Preacher
I'm Jesse Custer
You're the wide receiver
My mind resides inside the 9 Ether Realm
The language they speak
Only a live Elohim can tell
You see the cell?
The prison of man's mind
All the roads lead to the extinction of mankind I'd get my head in the game
If I had the time
But for now
I'm stuck in this 9-to-5 pantomime
What the apple?
My life has gone Bizarro
What's next?
Back of the neck
Scanners on the barcode
I'm ready for the cybernetic implants Until then
I'm cool with these hypothetic skin grafts
Motivate
Kill the world while we procreate
And fight over the gross estate