"a little something for the ages" by: S!DD
creepin crawlin without sound and,
claws retracted, movein without damage,
a biolog, quasi-digi-analog, rhyme catalog,
essential equip for an over thinkin, homegrown hyper-lyrical creton,
prowelin thru the underground, of (your hometown?),everytown.
look around, resistance simmering everywhere,
the enlightened revolt, with loud speech,
with CD, painted brick,
and sticker on signs of the street,
the blind brainwashed only see graffiti.
see the warning lights, as they flash, on the control panel,
of the coming battle, get ready to harvest cattle,
im wont be one, led by nose, to the slaughter farm,
ill get out of line, ill try out my mind,
and watch man induced rapture from my enlightened island.
now trust me, go burn trees,
till your eyes bleed, its going to help you see,
behind the reeds, the reeds they seed,
to deceive, you and me, dont use as crutch,
but more like wrench, to dismantle their machines.
only with, proper stitch,
will we sew up the damage,
and only like sidd and mike fo,
will you hear werds and rhythm so managed,
and only if you think for yourself, will your heads no longer be tainted.
now get out there, in fresh air,
and breath it in so deeply,
be aware of what we've got out there, while they destroy it daily,
i cant assume, you'll get my tune in time to make a difference,
but rest be assured, untill you do, ill keep on rhymein and rippin.
we can take first steps, do our best, absolutely nothing less,
and before we pass on, we'll pass along this plan, down to our seeds and,
they'll press on, with this plan, and everything'll do a lil less bleedin,
now keep in mind, there will be blind, deaf and dumb and brainless,
to clutter up, the werk we do, but you just gotta step around them.
now go, go mike fo, blow 'em away with what you got to say
claws retracted, movein without damage,
a biolog, quasi-digi-analog, rhyme catalog,
essential equip for an over thinkin, homegrown hyper-lyrical creton,
prowelin thru the underground, of (your hometown?),everytown.
look around, resistance simmering everywhere,
the enlightened revolt, with loud speech,
with CD, painted brick,
and sticker on signs of the street,
the blind brainwashed only see graffiti.
see the warning lights, as they flash, on the control panel,
of the coming battle, get ready to harvest cattle,
im wont be one, led by nose, to the slaughter farm,
ill get out of line, ill try out my mind,
and watch man induced rapture from my enlightened island.
now trust me, go burn trees,
till your eyes bleed, its going to help you see,
behind the reeds, the reeds they seed,
to deceive, you and me, dont use as crutch,
but more like wrench, to dismantle their machines.
only with, proper stitch,
will we sew up the damage,
and only like sidd and mike fo,
will you hear werds and rhythm so managed,
and only if you think for yourself, will your heads no longer be tainted.
now get out there, in fresh air,
and breath it in so deeply,
be aware of what we've got out there, while they destroy it daily,
i cant assume, you'll get my tune in time to make a difference,
but rest be assured, untill you do, ill keep on rhymein and rippin.
we can take first steps, do our best, absolutely nothing less,
and before we pass on, we'll pass along this plan, down to our seeds and,
they'll press on, with this plan, and everything'll do a lil less bleedin,
now keep in mind, there will be blind, deaf and dumb and brainless,
to clutter up, the werk we do, but you just gotta step around them.
now go, go mike fo, blow 'em away with what you got to say