Triangles and Pyramids bind my mind to the inversed Devine.
Soul-free verses, birth message-free courses, and we stand in line to pick up the next I.V. for our rapidly decomposing corpses.
Names on the same list. All responsible, but always saying we're blameless---
N' who fights this?
It wasn't me n' it wasn't you. Lost in a shuffle of the right or the Mason thing to do.
Kemetaphysics or biotechnology? Hip-Hop or RapRobbery? Our rights or our life?
Merge with the Spirit, or merge with the machine?
My God, these Masons done got into my dreams!
They hit your lower Chakra 'til you reach disturbia.
Rise up and corrupt your Vishudha, n' now they just used ya'.
Higher levels of consciousness, dissected and projected in sounds and images.
Hapless raps, now put behind boisterous beats to produce Billboard hits.
You download the ringtone, you sing and dance.
They throw up their flags, wear their symbols, and shake hands.
Damn shame, the price they pay for fortune and fame.
Or even worse, the price we pay for entertainment.
A soul for fame, or a soul to be entertained.
Either way, it's still a soul, all the same.
The crack moved from the needle to the radio.
Instead of pumpin' it in your vein, they pumpin' it in your brain.
They leave you broke with money that hold no instructions,
And a MC that calls the national Selection a national Election.
Nonsense named number 1.
Witless, drug dripped, lunatics who maroon moons for their concepts got numbers 2 through 10.
Is the MC dead, or are we?
We hold ourselves captive, they just watch us.
Throw a few lambs to the slaughter n' watch the rage hit the populus.
Button mashers in the back and idiots to the front.
The Shogun got Japan, n' the Masons got US.
Reach 30 million and you'll see Masons too.
Blood sacarifices n' the like if you're gonna' hang with that crew.
Suge took Pac, Jay Prince took Pimp C, Dame took Aaliyah.
Still no one's lookin' at the answer.
Martin flipped out, Mariah broke down
And Dave Chappelle wised up n' left town.
Real Masons are givin' real chases for your lives.








Thanks for watching since 2004.
Cheers!
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Some of my all-time favorite lines:
"We now go live to Dianne being a bitch, Dianne?"
"Oh Quagmire, You are what the Spainards call- 'El Terrible`' "
"Sexual Chocolate-SEXUAL CHOCOLATE!!!!"
<_<;; Okay, bad analogy. Whatever. I can't wait to see more of these.
your really creative to
have a good new year both you and your girl
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