“Distorted reality.
Audio-visual brutality.
Mental fatality.
Symbolically clouding me.
Etymology crowding me.
Rally my vocabulary.
Pirouette, strike, and parry.
Awakened to a life that’s scary.
A people with a burden to carry.
A weary broken hearted dream, pay the ferry man.
Cross the river styx, hand in hand we can only dare to accomplish this.
Spontaneous combustion of lyrical functioning.
Inspiration punching in, only to clock out again.
Beat my head in with a 40 of malt liquor to remove the block on subconscious only to build it up and spin into my bed in a stupor.
Had a dream i was superhero again, hero of contradiction.
Yeah.. but no hero, just code 1’s and zero’s, a metaphor for get off my geass and grow dinero.
Always have plans for an empire, a desire for neon streets, otaku warriors, and never complete without some anarchist power rangers.
You will never be stranger than this, stranger than me, hit the streets dressed in black and pink, decked out in beads like a nerdy ass shaman king.
Insanity replete, but not so common, never stomping the same ground as you casual meeks.
Turn your heads until you decapitate, yeah I’m a freak.
What I live, and what I see…
Distorted reality.
Audio-visual brutality.
Mental fatality.
Symbolically clouding me.
Etymology crowding me.
Rally my vocabulary.
Pirouette, strike, and parry.
Awakened to a life that’s scary.
A people with a burden to carry.
A weary broken hearted dream, pay the ferry man.
Cross the river styx, hand in hand we can only dare to accomplish this.
Spontaneous combustion of lyrical functioning.
Inspiration punching in, only to clock out again.
There I go again, sober’s got me thinking.
Hungover, hung up on the things that got me sinking.. to this level.
If only I could tidy it up with a bit of bass and treble.
Petty paychecks for all the rebels, keep them on the bottom.
No time to revel, 40 hours a week, hard work, so on our days off we sleep.
Yet, I’ll be damned if I don’t have time to lay some concrete, lay the foundations to chase my dreams.
Writing shit so hot my computer overheats, hard drive running out space but I got my game on fleek.
Ultra settings.
Call me pro pc.
Anti-sjw.
I don’t give a shit cause you’re fucking petty.
This is a digital revolution, and tech’s evolving.
So don’t think I won’t go lootin’ and shootin’
Call me Kabu, cause this stock’s recruitin’
Information spilling, overfilling our cups, so don’t act like your ignorant to minority killings.
No black or white, just us and T.H.E.M, I’m feeling the anger, keep it coming cause we’re all in danger.
No clinton, No trump, No putin, No facist usa.
We’re all free if we choose to be, living day to day.
No military or police can stop us, we have our ways.
Imagination, improvisation, just waiting for an excuse, to end the abuse.
Our seerseyesees, we’re free if we choose to be.
What we live and what we see…
Distorted reality.
Audio-visual brutality.
Mental fatality.
Symbolically clouding me.
Etymology crowding me.
Rally my vocabulary.
Pirouette, strike, and parry.
Awakened to a life that’s scary.
A people with a burden to carry.
A weary broken hearted dream, pay the ferry man.
Cross the river styx, hand in hand we can only dare to accomplish this.
Spontaneous combustion of lyrical functioning.
Inspiration punching in, only to clock out again.
Only to clock out again..
Time to wake up..
Let’s get to work.” -Michael Ament
STÖK 