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Peak #2,262
Peak in subgenre #355
Author
L. Jednorog
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October 05, 2004
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Lyrics
(verse 1)
the images I form are more vivid then porn
I wish at least 2 more planes hit the Pentagon
half an hour till impact, in 29 minutes your warned
cold-hearted, and my spirit is torn, I fear its gone
I cry out for it in my all my lyrics and songs
but I never hear it respond, its lost in the darkness
home is where the heart is but I'm heartless
thats the reason I stay underground as an artist
when I preach over beats I make entire nations weep
my is imagination deep
I go through life experiences every time I sleep
(verse 2)
my divine addiction began during the time of the Egyptian
when I read the enscribed inscription
for life to be limitless we must have restrictions
spill the blood of a christian
I'm stuck in a system
that hears everything but does not listen
its a frightening propostion from a right wing politician
see God's earth is dropping to its knees
cause goblin thieves is chopping trees
soon homosexuals will start adopting our seeds
(verse 3)
in the park Im wanted, where its dark and haunted
heat hot enough to turn your heart into an omelette
throw down the gauntlet, smack your head & stomp it
now check the concept, stay calm during bomb threats
still like a mannequin while the whole worlds panicking
untouched by time like the Vatican, I cry for all African
the place where its hot in the shade
the place where God was made
but now it’s a rotten age, peoples get shot and slayed
with glocks and blades, their locked in a cage
work for days and not get paid
for the diamonds that you bought and exchanged
I feel such rage
now they need our aid, cause they got too much AIDS
but the problem stays, long as the government gets paid
and that’s the first reason why this shit was man made
not to mention Plan A of the industrial mandate
is to completely annihilate the landscape
environmentalists only provide a band aid
so will you stand and wait or do you plan on being saved
on the real this is a cancer plague
that needs to be blown up with a hand grenade
(verse 4)
should we judge a terrorist that Pontius Pilots
those that cruise & fly around with a bunch of tyrants
the naked that gamble for garments, hate the logic
shouldn’t sell the robes that were made for a ‘prophet’
it’ll come around and balance your karma
like those that went to battle and War a Peace of armour
the future is much darker, call me Pearl Harbour
I’ll LET you hit me, but not without retaliation
you choose your own Final Destination
the GAP in your nation wont be from globalization
wipe out half your population or Hiroshima three generations
you can send Ellsworth for negotiations
okay lets sit down and barter, for starters
told moms I wanna be a martyr
she cried in vain but I told her to listen,
the deceitful tongue of a politician
combined with quick hands of a magicians
ought to help Mumia break out of prison
Ellsworth couldn’t fathom this
fine fuck it, I’ma strap some fifths
go to Minneapolis and blast the capitalist
Pumpz aka the Immaculate
