Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge)

She said she never fell in love with a superman

Christian, Muslim, Protestant, Lutheran,

I told her that being a mortal is the portal to the true nature of growth;

The Christ like Buddha man

That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a night fight, bright lights, white ice to the fans

The radio is just a stereo, like the house ain't a home,

And a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van

Go to work; go to church let your dreams die

Bowtie, final call, and a bean pie

Yarmulke for Hanukkah, wish list for Christmas

This is the gist of the life that we lead, why?

So you can fit in, with the close minded in the sit-ins, and get clotheslined in the ed-end

I could care less about a plaque and Bidd-enz or get Punk'd on TV by my frid-ends

Don't get a nigga wrong,

I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making nigga songs

But what does it mean if I'm a Muslim and you a Jew and because of that alone we don't get along

And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this the radio stations'll never put a nigga on

Just Mims, just Fifty, just Wayne, just Jeezy, Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones

Fuck that, fuck rap this God-Hop,

King-dom mu-sic for the hard rocks

I'ma spit it till T-R-L get it and Hot ninety-seven hit the nigga with a bomb drop

Ask Flex, ask Slay, ask Who Kidd

Just Blaze said Jay is the new kid

I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it

No drums no hook just new shit

The handling of a hearts

A very delicate art

'Cause it's paper thin

One irrelevant thought

That started out as a spark

Could be a poisonous dart

That leaves a permanent mark

That's ice cold in the day and burns in the dark

And makes you never wanna see her face again

Tee-hee what a place I'm in

Lead me to the sta-tio-n

A one way ticket, don't look back

One cold tear that froze and cracked

A whole lotta pain I'm holdin' back

Shaft said: "Eff that, roll the sack"

I said: "If my skull was cracked

And blood ran out to the cul-de-sac

That could not match me where I'm at"

My memories flash me there and back

Yup there goes me right there in black

Hold her hand stop starin' back

She starts cryin' I start denying, its my fault

And I'm aware of that

Man, in hindsight signs be glarin' back

Wheres the map to show you where you're at?

I can hear the crowd yelling

I can smell the tire smoke

I can hear the starter pistol, where's the track

Ring, no answer came home late

Jane told dick she had a date

But they was just chillin'

And at that moment the right brain says to the left just kill 'em

Make the headlines

Make the front page

Wild out in the court house man thrill 'em

They'll say, "The boy dead wrong" but I feel 'em

Voodoo man, chicken bone chicken bone

I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain

My ears start ringing

My nose get bloody

I feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain

Intermission transmission

Put me in submission

Glistenin' trapped in the light prison whistlin'

The Christ told me come closer to the light man

I went blind woke up in front of a mic stand

Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter

Walking on water with a scroll in my hand

The blueprints for a disc shaped-like vessel

that was chiseled out of metal off the coast of Japan

Fasting on the top of a mountain I went to Tepoztlan

Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean

I'm sort of like a postman

You can get the message if you want to understand

From the rap slumber man

Voodoo man, civilize the savage

Criticize the parish

Spreading false doctrine

Terrorize the cleric

For carrying on nonsense

Specialized lies to paralyze the conscience

Voodoo man, Chit chatter

Abracadabra, Spitting out matter

While I'm shitting out data

Mmm, chew 'em up shitting out rappers

Sipping Pelegrino while I'm giving out matches

Set yourself on fire

Let the wisdom of Elijah

Purify ya take a nigga higher

Sold your soul to the high-est buyer

Now you're on the wire

Talking about two-foot tires

Saying you sell crack

Clapping at cats with macs

But you a liar pants on fire

Same old rugged cross

Different crucified messiah

While you was blowin' X amount of dollars on a bracelet

The sovereign nation of France was openin' they files on the UFO phenomenon: i.e. spaceships

Its just the facts Jack, may as well face it

Every rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of Revelations

A atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation

Mysterious shit

Call me Jay Dogon I'm on some Sirius (serious) shit

Scholars wonder why do he bust

Allah blessed me with a Midas-y touch

Everything I lay the hands turn to Ethiopian gold; shiny and buffed

I got a firm understandin' on the minus and plus

So I ain't got time to argue with a rapper bout how he ain't got rhymes

That's fuckin' with mine's

I'm trying to kill Lucifer, so if I have to brake

'Cause a rapper in my face

Tellin' me that he the great

You can bet a shiny nickel I'll blast his motherfuckin' ass way past Jupiter

You couldn't be stupider

Fuckin' with the nuc-u-lear

Mayan, Aztec lion

Asiatic black man from Zion

Quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steam

Dimethyltriptamine make a man dream

But y'all would much rather hear me rappin' bout trash

The size of Erykah's ass, blunts and cash

We need savin'

Minds are consumed with swine we need bathin'