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part1 ■ metathoughts
07:06
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[Pharoahe Monch]
You blink, I think with synchronicity
Split my body multiplicity shit
Fifteen places at the same time speaking the gospel
The optical illusion or obstacle, the institution of
Impossible word resuscitation and execution
Electrocution
[High Priest]
Electrocution, emergency broadcast beacon
Reachin' expand the bandwidth stand beyond the abandoned sarcophagus
Brimstone pullin' the esophagus of the dragon breathing apocalypse
[Pharoahe Monch]
Spit, spit out shit shit get incredible responses
From these unearthly creatures and androgynistic monsters
Haunts the every move you make
[High Priest]
Pattern, exorcist, exercise
No discretion when pressing the boundaries
Surround the beat like street lights on nights
With mics and lateral battle moves
To all crews, MCs FREEZE (scratching)
[Chorus]
What am I? What am I? What am I? (x13)
[High Priest]
The acappella block rocker shocker
Off the top of the roof fly MC entity
[Beans]
Me proceed enslave fragment images enhanced by system of our compulsions
Transcriptions transparent as captivity caged by emcees
In flocks of thousands picking at sand!
[High Priest]
The super soaker vein choker, poker-face
Straight hate treads stay red
Dead clouds brought back to life mic majestic untested
Destined to rest among the best of the System Solar
North Polar controller of the mic, MC the battle laser
[L.I.F.E. Long]
The first release quick, kick back the impact
Came in crush on contact knock out your contact when in combat
Called Combaticon causing wreckage pummeling carnage
Carnivorous to con, anti to pop, then apply sauce then chomp
[High Priest]
The to the break of your neck MC
With the impact of a wrecking ball
To the back of the head, Black rocker of rap
Don't look back on my optics
Times two highscore in Galaxian Axiom
Tracks but come more then many
Collision, precision, incision within your skull case
[L.I.F.E. Long]
Necks twist turn off selective words
Earl Blaize double effects you triple take, flex and nerves
Revenge of the nerds seen in blurs
Only the sound of words splurred
Now you remember when men get DIS-MEM-BERED
{SCRATCHING}
What couldn't I say about MCs? x2
[Beans]
Every heart churning insult would be looked as praise for their demise
The bastard owed me his life
Look at everyone hide their celebration by sipping tears from raised champagne glasses
I hope they are buried so deep
Even the worms and the maggots couldn't breathe!
[Chorus]
What am I? What am I? What am I? (x12)
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part3 ■ metapixels
08:01
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Godsmack is how the wind feels
On the face of Mike Winfield
On his way home from the bar where he works
Nights—the worst nights, don't nobody tip right
And between the marriage offers and the fist fights
And if another motherfucker touch his wrist
Trying to pull him in to whisper
He ain't making it to midnight
Don't they know he got a lighter in his pocket
A matchbook in his sock
And a block full of charred skeletons
Closeted, begging to get out
He paused cause he's scared of airing out the thoughts
He can taste it in his mouth, the sulfur and bitter carbon
Hearing all the burning bodies shout but no
That was a full lifetime ago and nobody ever has to know
He has never told, well except Ronald
But that don't count, he was sweet and exactly
What he needed him to be at the time
Wine and candlelight and nice texts at lunchtime
Why had he not called Ron back?
Guess there just wasn't a spark, ha!
No, no, musn't joke about these things
Wouldn't want to disappoint Doc Clark
So many hours on the couch
So many buried memories that take
So many tears to get them out
Water hadn't never been a friend
Hold up—where had he seen that car before?
Blue Acura, dent on the left rear fender
Back again the sense of déjà vu
Strange things you
Never shake when you wake up in recovery
But suddenly noticing ash is covering his head
'Cause it's raining from the sky
Dials home on his cell phone and gets no reply
What the fuck?
Where is the babysitter that he overpays?
Body takes over and brain becomes disengaged
Michael is running, his house is three blocks away
Adrenaline compensating for change in age
Since the last time that he ran it, god dammit
Mike knows he gotta get home fast as he can
Looks up in the sky, glow's familiar
Knows those families died with similar
Awnings and on and on he keeps going
Hits the corner just as he hears the explosion
Screams come from the house, "Did you get them out?"
Mike asking the crowd that has gathered 'round
Tears running down his face
There's that familiar taste
He wishes it would take him to another place
Son and his baby girl in his home and he can't believe
That it's gone in a cloud of smoke
And he's choking and running forward
And hoping against hope that he might find them alive and well
But he knows the results too well
And he knows that he fooled himself
Then he keeps walking towards the house
Rather what house is still left
No intention of stopping, letting the smoke take his breath
Some strong arm knocks him aside
Mike falls to the ground and cries
Why won't you just let me die?
Why won't you just let me die?
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