Vocabulary vibrating within the sound translating the terminology cutting down
The inner fiber pulsating my own demand – deconstructing the ground which I stand
In each comment about myself I spit in every conversation others endure
I name it all the more impure, some disposition handed to me constantly throughout my past
And everyone can recognize it fast in the moment I speak
‘Cause I wrote it down in ink, so that each new acquaintance I establish can continue to think
That although what stands before them is the presence of divinity
What lies beneath is past the brink of infinity
A former burn forever returned will one day learn how it was earned
To current evidence within my resident’s caverns
Don’t think I don’t recognize that pattern when it’s exposed under the light of my listener’s lanterns
I knew myself well long before your arrival
Yet as I’ve grown, lessons you’ve shown have maintained my survival
On many occasion you have assisted even of times that took debate
So I assure you, of what I am about to say you can trust I can relate
There’s some negativity going ‘round that I believe we’ve been throwing down
Vocabulary vibrating within the sound translating the terminology cutting down
The inner fiber pulsating our own demand – deconstructing the ground which we stand
In each lyric about this town you spit to every city that you tour
You name it all the more impure,
some disposition branded on us constantly throughout our link
And everyone knows that it stinks in the moment you speak
‘Cause you wrote it down in ink,
so that each new acquaintance we establish can continue to think
That although what stands before them is the presence of divinity
What lies beneath is past the brink of infinity
Like no one could find a pencil up in this piece, erase the stencil of those thoughts and
Release current evidence within our residence caverns
Don’t think I don’t recognize that pattern when it’s exposed under the light of our listener’s lanterns
There is more here than the tourist sensations
- we're not all working on Mickey Mouse’s plantation
My family lived here three generations before it’s arrival
And as they coin my ancestors Native American, believe me it’s no surprisal
– we recognize the reprisal
His-story records not who found a land, but who has ownership of it now
So remember that next time you wipe that sweat of your brow
And own up to the soil we plow – we need to cultivate a new vow
“Please Support your Community” is the phrase we choose,
but the words that follow contradict it
If Orlando sucks than tell me why the fuck are we still all up in it?
Given Swamburger’s nutrition, would not we seed fruition
Our intelligence gives us choice, where would we be if we could not voice
Madd Illz we’re feeling, as we SKIP, touch the ceiling,
breathe the Aaron our lungs PSYC! we find our kingdom come
by burning the location of our alien nation divided from indignation,
what content-knew-it-teed off our intention to home, Mama AFREEKA we roamed,
traveled beyond the dome, Alexandrah warned us of the Somatose mentaility
many refused to see, not recognizing the end would be, tell me,
who could defy a design by DiViNCi?
Illustrate the chords within, SPS the vinyl spins, Nonsense Records our actions through,
while conversations represent the attitude that only douses
the brilliant light that Holly Riggs up in our coffee houses
the truth of our condition, our lyrics paint the drudgery
that sadly hangs above me Transparent, Dark and Lovely,
X marks the spot – 144 verses we have gotten
to the point we aspire to transpire ever higher,
yet the mission home we have retired to Rubox confined the buyer that dreads
Tonya Combs the knots out of her hair,
so why continue placing them there suffering the parasitic characteristics of such guild
instead of Rising up beyond it why aren’t we the ones to build
further connection within or Soliloquy new structure starts within the sea of it’s inhabitants,
rid the habit of demanding it, find the solution and go handle it,
Paint our residence an image of love and we’ll be proud to stand in it.
Ever wonder how it looks, the message WE speak in volumes, write in books
Flow thorugh our songs, from what garden that grows
When you’re telling everyone that the place you fit it all together basically just “blows”
Excuse me, I guess they didn’t know, like tourist visiting the spot you refuse
be solid in your foundations, your presentation traveled here and will continue to travel far
while you prove escape, getting unstuck up out of Dodge the bullets became lodged
What the fuck?!?!?
You live here too, bitch!
Don’t act like your body was somehow magically transplanted
while your integrity never quite made the switch to a land
without any culture so it’s destination’s been dismissed
When we surround our lives within the culture WE create everyday our bliss
So how can we tell the rest of the world such location doesn’t exist?
We are now part of the Culture bounded from Vocalization nights and Poetry Slams
Charity begins at home, so how about how WE represent FAM
Intention bounded should be grounded in a beauty less shrouded
Planes, Trains and Automobiles leave this place everyday and walking ain’t crowded
If you know don’t like it here there’s no need to constantly shout
You know how you got here you can figure a way to get back out
Or you could choose to respect the spot where angels met,
Spread wings and took flight beyond the net proving fission creates life beyond position
Lest not forget the many angels still on ground in the past mindset wishing
They could find themselves else where, reality is what we encourage or discourage
And with that in mind I have heard my fellow angels when I cried,
their pleas to discontinue battle against me, myself and I
Such lack of all due respect, no one wants included in their image reflect
In reflect back to the cause of such moan, as they instructed I speak of self in higher tone,
In addition I now return the favor to our town’s regard -
Per popular request, I am removing my flaming bag of shit at our front door
Per popular demand, you can stop pissing on the weeds in our back yard
“Please Support your Community” is the phrase we choose,
but the words that follow contradict it
If Orlando sucks than tell me why the fuck are we still all up in it?
Given Swamburger’s nutrition, would not we seed fruition
Our intelligence gives us choice, where would we be if we could not voice
Madd Illz we’re feeling, as we SKIP, touch the ceiling,
breathe the Aaron our lungs PSYC! we find our kingdom come
by burning the location of our alien nation divided from indignation,
what content-knew-it-teed off our intention to home, Mama AFREEKA we roamed,
traveled beyond the dome, Alexandrah warned us of the Somatose mentaility
many refused to see, not recognizing the end would be, tell me,
who could defy a design by DiViNCi?
Illustrate the chords within, SPS the vinyl spins, Nonsense Records our actions through,
while conversations represent the attitude that only douses
the brilliant light that Holly Riggs up in our coffee houses
the truth of our condition, our lyrics paint the drudgery
that sadly hangs above me Transparent, Dark and Lovely,
X marks the spot – 144 verses we have gotten
to the point we aspire to transpire ever higher,
yet the mission home we have retired to Rubox confined to the image we read
that’s why Neveah is “heaven spelled backwards,
because she’s living up within the spot where angels somehow lack words
that expressly sow the seeds we’ve spread
What’s Going Round instead, mocks the infancy it dreads
Tonya Combs out of her hair so why continue placing them there
suffering the parasitic characteristics of such guild
instead of Rising up beyond it why aren’t we the ones to build
further connection within or Soliloquy new structure starts within the sea of it’s inhabitants,
rid the habit of demanding it, find the solution and go handle it,
Paint our residence an image of love and we’ll be proud to stand in it.