Conspiracy of Myth
Title | Conspiracy of Myth |
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Artist | Antipop Consortium |
Album | Arrhythmia |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: Beans] A conspiracy of myth, a false line of approach Advanced so we diss you dense roaches scatter from light And the panthers run round like a record Intercepted from dim tunnels into slim spectrums No prospects, as sure as death and taxes Futile on charred surfaces burst Megahertz, what knocks worse? Me on the sidelines or you up first? Nothing if not insipid rips of rigid regular Vernacular spectacular on acid Sound in suspended color But other than smoldering matrix Link control panel to channel the frustrated We revel in the decapitated captive With vague words since the year '95 When MC became a dirty word, chivalry The cope on the pond walks all over your purpose Would we sell out if mass abundance Came out their pockets Lined up the corner to purchase Perhaps if only for the five cent price And their lack of vindication Many play messenger so use discretion Relapse is winning just to look who's running In a race standing still [Verse 2: High Priest] These words are all I have to offer The author lost in his thoughts A walking New-Yorker Covered in ash behind the crash With an open gash I staggered Behind every eyelid is a dagger The antagonist never agonies Compulsive, this emitter? the voltage It was repulsive, the vultures Fghting impulses and missing posters Are you sure what you're fighting for War with the cinematic score The cries were a painful repercussion Blows crushing, dust and debris ??? plus it doesn't matter Cause the symptoms show much later In the greater scheme of things The things that seemed most important aren't What they warranted tormented screams Make the extremes Seemed unreal I'm walking through a open mausoleum And seeing the frames peeled [Verse 3: M. Sayyid] I arise out the disguise of a Kabuki dancer Flying from the ceiling to the stage In front of your eyes Calm with a prize Breathing conceiving reason from seasons Dazed equations I made in the maze I laid to a page that turns into sage Guys, my ways are a caved?, it meets with the sun I slide on my shades, beats pop like grenades And since Priest mentioned the tragic day I save hip hop like AK's overseas In the desert breeze, hiding in trees Tryna find keys for the heast? and the hubrus? While me and my crews burn a big? Back to life making shit sick Alfred Hitchcock back with the twist then pitch ? strike, throw up your mits Everybody give it up with a pump of the fist When we dump out the gift Don't switch, game lock Your clique, tsk tsk, sunk shipYou might also like |