Testo Conspiracy of Myth - Antipop Consortium
Testo della canzone Conspiracy of Myth (Antipop Consortium), tratta dall'album Arrhythmia
A conspiracy, a myth, a false line of approach
Advance so we diss you dance
Roaches scatter from light in the pantses
Run round like a record intercepted
From dim tunnels into some spectrums
No prospects, as sure as death and taxes
Fertile on charred surfaces burst
Megahertz, what knocks worse
Me on the sidelines or you up first
Nothing if not insipid rips a rigid regular
Vernacular spectacular on asses
Sound in suspended color
But other than smoldering matrix
Link control panel to channel the frustrated
We revel in the decapitated
Captive with vague verbs
Since the year '95
When MC became a dirty word, chivalry
The coat on the pawn 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 the lack of vindication
Many play messenger, so use discretion
Relapse is winning just to look who's running
In a race standing still
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 stagger
Behind every eyelid there's a dagger
The antagonist never agonizes
Compulsive, they said hit him with the voltage
It was repulsive, the vultures
Fighting impulses and missing posters
Are you sure what you're fighting for
War with a cinematic score
The cries bore a painful repercussion
Blows crushin'
Dust and debris, us in the wee
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 seem unreal
I'm walking through an open mausoleum
And seeing the frames peeled
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
Days and equations I made in a maze
I lay to a page that turns into sage
Guides my ways out a cave that meets with the sun
I slide on my shades, beats pop like grenades
And since Priest mentioned the tragic day
I say they pop like AKs overseas in a desert breeze
Hidin' in trees tryin' to find keys for the he's and the who's
While me and my crew's burn a bit
Gettin' back to life, makin' shit sick
Alva Hitchcock back with a twist and pitch
Wh-wh-whoa, strike, throw up your mitts
Everybody give it up with a pump of the fist
While we dump out the gift, dunk swish
Game locked, your clique
Tsk tsk, sunk ship
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Austin, Maurice Mboya Greene, Earl Blaize, Robert Stewart Ii
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