Lyrics
META: i got a call yesterday: otherline was just an echo of my "hello", hell no! i know i'm being monitored. motherfucking bugs up in my TVs and my monitors. gotta getaway to find a spot where i can stop the curse. this is a plot by our political enemies, but no matter 'cause i'm reppin' operatives in the vacinity. A.I.C. infections, spreading in all directions; being the upright citizens, bringing heck, to their desks, i'm, trailed by White Shadows in black; my shadow's too fat, for me to fadeaway while sunlight shadows my path.
i hear the footsteps of the agents as i prattle the past, tryna see who hears me spreading my discovery raps. they wanna infiltrate my facts and repaint 'em with silver linings, or bastardize the meanings 'til you're lost in the disguise. i'm removing the guise, scissor slicing the mask; connect thoughts to make obvious the A.I.C. task.
KACEY: monitor communiques, messages, to your brain
arsenic in the rain, targeting all the sane, oh!
monitor communiques, messages, to your brain
erosion to the tame, implosion is the same, oh!
META: hello? can you hear me now? the network's trailing Meta. buzzing from my phone reciever, 'cause a bug is flapping wingers. try to trap the singer: that's amatuer espionage. a million fed doggies in hardhats just couldn't test the gods. destiny clogged, in beaurocratic paper games- meanwhile, M.A.V. done put the powder on the safe. howlers in your mailbox, prowlers on your roof. deflower your petunias with some garden shears and 'ludes it's lucid damage control laser sighting to aim the hurricanes, but you can call it Slurricane, engineer the perfect rain. purpose: aim, fire, attack, this isn't metaphor- this is how the White Shadow forces have planted weatherwar, but Meta sports the Captain Planet environ-receptors, so all nature-based damage only hits me as injections of fuel. my fire burns to make the Pentagon my pyre. shotgun to the skulls of the megalomanic liars!
KACEY: monitor communiques, messages, to your brain
arsenic in the rain, targeting all the sane, oh!
monitor communiques, messages, to your brain
erosion to the tame, implosion is the same, oh!
META: my government throws white lies, at black faces, so i spike truths with shanks and pineapple grenades. amazing shrapnel pattern decorating the order with anarchy, force of alacrity, blasting the borders. the nations and states bleed, to cleanse their procreation centers, waking to hatred breeded in segregated sectors. everyone realise that their lies get redundant but it's catchier that way so sing along with incumbants. this was the galvanizing event, atom splitted then the mushroom cloud plows through your tents and smashes villages. with Hamelton's signature barcoded on your neck, you are a number to Big Brother digitizing your breath. like 1, 2, 3, how many were you rationed at birth? and how much slack, do you think your talent is worth? doesn't matter when white shadows get a stab at it first. so get the scatter bullet laughter for the face of the myrth.
KACEY: monitor communiques, messages, to your brain
arsenic in the rain, targeting all the sane, oh!
monitor communiques, messages, to your brain
erosion to the tame, implosion is the same, oh!
