Wednesday, April 05, 2006
hertug perssonoj lingvoj verito diktaj
china is the opposite of zion
the middle kingdom - and just being in the middle of it all
no bets - no sweat
i've played risk with 230
know about brazil
know the thrill and the trill of spraying quill
like a porcupine in trine
my words ring fine - as true as you need
just remember the he who embraces the sweet weed first
escapes the chronic cure's allure - of truth assured
the curse the cruise
solutions in twos are for the land of opposing views
survival of species is fine
but without respect we're all dyin'
the time is 4:20 again
i'm adding up my friends on one hand
reaching for a little bit of comfort in a distant land
nothing here, nothing planned
pleased to media
need to feed ya
just learn to read first
my bells sing of blessings and the curse can be the worst
so don't merely interpret at random
wait for the synchroes clearly and pretend that you planned 'em
and maybe you did
seek imagery where you can
feed the id with both hands
i have a single friend who knows just what i did
is nothing
and others who swear they know me
a smoke screen to hide who they really wanna be
like they care - like they are sure
"i once knew the czar before the revolution'
a snitch on the monarch's purity
and should he have to be?
he's also spartacus - so what's the fuss?
his leaflets made this work - for the workers and the knee-jerk jerks
the bashi-bazouks and turks who later joined
just so their patrician features could fit on coins
he lets it all happen
he lets them wander in the wilderness undressed
undredded, with watches on
knows no rasta rasa tabula slates
blames this shit on fate
i name my marbles and my pills
my aim isn't just to thrill your mind
into action - haile unlikely
why i preach for no faction
cause in the kinkdom of the blind
the one eyed jack is dead meet
unless he meets the catcher in the wry
the other eye - how dear horus can be sly
with this whole game, poker's bluffs and other cliffs
we're all the prose from dover when medelin with pure whitey whiffs
but if you go waving pictures of chairman cow
you aint gonna march with us anyhow
your fellow travelers have learned that the fuss is about power
about steppin on the sex of what we are
and racism is just that - like locking out the internet
soon to be their biggest regret
like locking out the banks
when money means nothing - firewalls of bluster, meet general custer
and you'd better be bumming cuz now the indians are coming
see how the untitled snakes have made their biggest mistakes
about skin - about an archaic preception of sin
slaves to a bad translation of a book that took them out
young's literal clearly shouts it
if only a real home brother could be truly in
they could be unstoppable
instead of pimping cops and bad boys - purely poppable
playing with high tech toys that their kids can't afford
and it's all for a lord who will leave the bigots
and the spigots of hatred well ignored
the only thing that's sure is that they're broke from a war
that isn't theirs - maybe the secret foe has their cares mapped out bare
every soldier there is a vector marching home
not that i'm fomenting, but they put dogs in quarantine
hell the powers that be should know what i mean
Dumas walker - damn a smooth talker - smooth whisky
the mount of county crisco released and off to frisky business
what the fuck, so he was unlucky but you
shouldn't lock away a man for nothing
not when his heart is gonna hit critical mass
and make sure your family tree is chopped at the seed
i never cry revenge
just point at that half-pint stonehenge
and wich i had some druid friends
from county sinclaire - should i bare my footpath in the head, the park
an omelette closest to the rotten smells of denmark
no walk in the dark without broken eggs, tired legs are fine
but a line that refined could take us back to the first cross
and some straw boss full of asbestos
who knows
i'll always come around
i'm the clown that the popguns aim for
they're just practicing, sure
the real fool's who they all wait for
and if i see him i'll be sure and say 'what the fuck'
your greater good is in a distant wood
just duck and maybe you'll decoy
and don't shoot straight for the boys
yeah they're gonna heal an ignorant world
but that banner is prematurely furled, damn dawn's knots - he hurled
these homos are sapiens and never really sure
what a cure can be
and thee?
the middle kingdom - and just being in the middle of it all
no bets - no sweat
i've played risk with 230
know about brazil
know the thrill and the trill of spraying quill
like a porcupine in trine
my words ring fine - as true as you need
just remember the he who embraces the sweet weed first
escapes the chronic cure's allure - of truth assured
the curse the cruise
solutions in twos are for the land of opposing views
survival of species is fine
but without respect we're all dyin'
the time is 4:20 again
i'm adding up my friends on one hand
reaching for a little bit of comfort in a distant land
nothing here, nothing planned
pleased to media
need to feed ya
just learn to read first
my bells sing of blessings and the curse can be the worst
so don't merely interpret at random
wait for the synchroes clearly and pretend that you planned 'em
and maybe you did
seek imagery where you can
feed the id with both hands
i have a single friend who knows just what i did
is nothing
and others who swear they know me
a smoke screen to hide who they really wanna be
like they care - like they are sure
"i once knew the czar before the revolution'
a snitch on the monarch's purity
and should he have to be?
he's also spartacus - so what's the fuss?
his leaflets made this work - for the workers and the knee-jerk jerks
the bashi-bazouks and turks who later joined
just so their patrician features could fit on coins
he lets it all happen
he lets them wander in the wilderness undressed
undredded, with watches on
knows no rasta rasa tabula slates
blames this shit on fate
i name my marbles and my pills
my aim isn't just to thrill your mind
into action - haile unlikely
why i preach for no faction
cause in the kinkdom of the blind
the one eyed jack is dead meet
unless he meets the catcher in the wry
the other eye - how dear horus can be sly
with this whole game, poker's bluffs and other cliffs
we're all the prose from dover when medelin with pure whitey whiffs
but if you go waving pictures of chairman cow
you aint gonna march with us anyhow
your fellow travelers have learned that the fuss is about power
about steppin on the sex of what we are
and racism is just that - like locking out the internet
soon to be their biggest regret
like locking out the banks
when money means nothing - firewalls of bluster, meet general custer
and you'd better be bumming cuz now the indians are coming
see how the untitled snakes have made their biggest mistakes
about skin - about an archaic preception of sin
slaves to a bad translation of a book that took them out
young's literal clearly shouts it
if only a real home brother could be truly in
they could be unstoppable
instead of pimping cops and bad boys - purely poppable
playing with high tech toys that their kids can't afford
and it's all for a lord who will leave the bigots
and the spigots of hatred well ignored
the only thing that's sure is that they're broke from a war
that isn't theirs - maybe the secret foe has their cares mapped out bare
every soldier there is a vector marching home
not that i'm fomenting, but they put dogs in quarantine
hell the powers that be should know what i mean
Dumas walker - damn a smooth talker - smooth whisky
the mount of county crisco released and off to frisky business
what the fuck, so he was unlucky but you
shouldn't lock away a man for nothing
not when his heart is gonna hit critical mass
and make sure your family tree is chopped at the seed
i never cry revenge
just point at that half-pint stonehenge
and wich i had some druid friends
from county sinclaire - should i bare my footpath in the head, the park
an omelette closest to the rotten smells of denmark
no walk in the dark without broken eggs, tired legs are fine
but a line that refined could take us back to the first cross
and some straw boss full of asbestos
who knows
i'll always come around
i'm the clown that the popguns aim for
they're just practicing, sure
the real fool's who they all wait for
and if i see him i'll be sure and say 'what the fuck'
your greater good is in a distant wood
just duck and maybe you'll decoy
and don't shoot straight for the boys
yeah they're gonna heal an ignorant world
but that banner is prematurely furled, damn dawn's knots - he hurled
these homos are sapiens and never really sure
what a cure can be
and thee?
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