Institutions feat. Samir of Da Joint
Written by WordsManifest,Illson,Anonymous,Samir and MicWrecka
Produced by : K-Netix
Scratches by: K-Netix
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Lyrics
Institutions ( Malaysian Fusion X 2)
Verse 1: WordsManifest
words is born, a crib death gone unforeseen
slipped through umbilicals, clinical hygiene
beyond visine, my visions clean through early teens
couldn't feel the ass-slap, i was born with baggy genes
it seems as though, i was warded so that i could grow
many little deaths came fast, the last came slow
the past's the same, so, i was looking ahead
past the x-ray visions i was scanning cats instead
they cancerous and dead, to the man walking
down the hall, tracing outlines that're self-chalking
it was apalling, i could feel my heart rate falling
couldn't leave the ER, future scars were calling
fast forward - 15 years, 50 percent retarded
i left the diagnostics, my life? report carded
passed up my school spirit, got graded a half-hearted
they caged my mind in a zoo and expect me to applaud it
the answers? assorted, couldn't choose the right questions
saw the truth in bits and pieces spread out in different sections
a little miss perfect in love with miss conceptions
lines drawn by blue shirts whose practices made prefection
the axis of fake instruction, to get your head mastered
build walls around your voice box to keep your tongue plastered
i gave birth to my thoughts and got labelled a rebel bastard
i couldn't last for long, it wasn't fun for long when it lasted
Verse 2: Illson
the street state of mind defining arts and elements
im in a institution without academic relevance & faculties
i've always knew my lessons spittin on adolescent than going thru crime prevention
passing sirens, police and domestic violence
some of us speak while others kept in silence
the complete urbanization im hasting over development
for the reason im arrested in dark situation
im losing patience, time and concentration
walking by the streets thinking of constellation
imagening objects arent real as they appeared to be
real in a way that is plain to see
so i stroll pass down memory lane
centering thoughts about variation when its all the same
to even look alike sky scrappers, monuments and architectures
fast cars and high profile i wonder whats my status
passing neon lights like walking thru the red district
your style prostituted laying like an addict
the I double L phonics need no introduction
Verse 3: Anonymous
Benevolence! between alleys of dreams and reality
i seek the soul of Morning Star to kill its disparity
only to find myself lost in a concience of
closed form society,of sick,rich and the not known of
breaking the soul of man through methods that stands ready
before any civilized world emerge,a wolf pack has already
worshipping nonsense,flowering ignorence through men of weak mind
now there's constitution which gave birth to these institutions
and the dawn of man will soon come to action
Verse 4: Samir
yo now it's the rhythms and rhymes that we be blendin' entwinin'
to form a separate trail of music that we tend to abuse
don't let the mind confuse these suicidal tendencies
between two separate entitites questioning reality
would you take your own life now just to prove it to me?
i'm lost in thought, reminiscing all the battles i fought
this is the lethal price that we all have to pay to reach the top
i lost my own dreams of visions, a nightmare that can't stop movin'
this is my own personal institution
my own grip on reality, uh
that's why i'm losing, i'm losing
now i've lost myself
now i'm losing, yeah i've lost myself
Verse 5: MicWrecka
wack ryhmes been identified 'u have the right to remain silent'
too bad no lawyers qualifies for this instituition
your ownself as defendant
micwrecka as your fight
now speak for your right,show watchu got on the mic
(i flow tight u know im tight,im the dopest)
nah,ure wack your lines fiction plus yo content make u the weakest
n bitin is another part of the evidence
ive got zero tolerance on your plead for innosence
claim u dope when u dont even
