Lyrics:
about the identity and the environment eh
Can people be shaped and defined by the place
The place that they live, walk, breathe, talk, work, that is
Seized by their oppressors hands
Dignity ripped possessions lost
Bound only by collective fear
Of the ones they idolized
Killing is meant for
Dumb mass
Schooled with no class
Collective dysfunction
That brainwashing pumping
Treat it like nothing
But am i chattel asleep?
Flouride to my
sounding names
Canvas hoisted higher, hand over fist in vain,
Nautical maps approved by committee
And their one size fits all attitude to individual ability
respecting the collective
I've been stressed out lately, I've been hanging by a thread
I've been tryna catch my breath, I've been running to my death
I've been
collective fear has shattered the chains of ancestral duty
When change is achieved by the destruction of our roots
The World-Tree is guaranteed to fall
Violent
Astounded by the rhymes that bind myself
Align myself
With the times I dealt
I climbed through hell
Heres the cheers to makin it what else
As if drawn by some mysterious gravity
Or as if they were participating in some secret procession
From the trees, voices beckoned to us
Komdu með, inn í
I'm enabled
Stunning with my durag on
Rag on! by the ocean
Let it flap in the wind
Fly in slow motion
60 frames
Got my durag on
Durag
By the ocean
angles with the views of an angel
Hella lowkey no Thor, I'm enabled
Stunning with my durag on
By the ocean
Let it flap in the wind
Fly in slow motion
Got
formulates a collective of Socrates
To entice and influence shepherd
From the flock of wandering souls
The more souls the gatekeeper gathered
The more
around
Enjoying every vantage
Point
Is
Purpose
Every passing moment a curtain closed
I follow my heart and it shows
Amazed by the show
She rocks me awake
of scientists are in maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton
They're spending millions for your thrill
Collective desperate overkill
Wrapped up in harmless words that grin
Forbidden games you'll never win
personify mankind's collective sulk
As a result of one angry Zeus fist blistering cult pulp in bulk
Face it, die, place it on the shelf next to the portrait
breath
Until we unseat
Or bring upon Death
March to the beat
of deceit
To those who would subjugate
Our collective resolve will not sway
divided by hate
I know all of my exits
I'm always planning my escape
It's the most aggressive symptom
Of this collective phantom pain
And the more that you
This ain't ya typical story
The fore I don't fall in the category
I'm cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast,
world seeps in quicker than it used to
It all tends to catch up every once in a while
A collective theory of invisible destruction
Searching inward
the culmination of a convulsive, collective effort.
Citizens of countries locked in a Cold War met in the cold of space and shook hands. The International Space
politics
Sex or barbarity, measure your prosperity by
Your proximity to true love, true
Friends, by your ability to live
In personal and collective truth
If
camps starts paying innovaters back
Baby, you ain't felt the collective? (Coooool)
Stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk
and cliffs and slopes
The magnitude of the devastation untold
The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road
[Inspectah Deck]
Insane flower, vein
The lost retain control
Collective reason by riot
The oppressor cannot deny it
Technology burns
When the Luddite returns
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