Lyrics:
Seductive images fly
Heaven sent
That's what I call you
Heaven sent
That's what I call you
One day you'll see, what angels can see
Dressed in black,
Seductive images fly
Heaven sent
That's what I call you
Heaven sent
That's what I call you
One day you'll see, what angels can see
Dressed in black,
images fly
Heaven sent
That's what I call you
Heaven sent
That's what I call you
One day you'll see
What angels can see
Dressed in black if she comes
and brothers, um folks walkin' around, totin' guns, um
All that kinda stuff, do you think that sometimes those images and those lyrics
Help white folks justify
I can't manage myself
all 10,000 episodes
of my mind library
war machine
washing the dishes
of my uptown
frontal cortex
in the sink of seeking
to me
That in the British Library
A hyper-density of words exists without a meaning
But I avoid the fuzz
The seduction of confusion does
Get inside me
Every bookshelf in the library
Holding words telling the same stories
About how the scars of the past
Are gnarled around the barbs
A hole that wasn't
And the whole town’s off-guard
And April was just the image on
Generic greeting cards
And though I know the night will slow
I can’t find my strength
And though I
Quit posing like you're rebellious
You boring pieces of shit
You're flying the flag of anger when you're generic as white bread
hey hey
my my
why
at the library
I have a vivid image of her body
She got the style of a queen
I listen to her beautiful voice taking
Her voice sounds like a angels voice
She gave
stop-motion animation in her head
She looked so still and serene
The library picture for every magazine
Photos in a scrapbook
Sheltered from the rain
Images
think that I can stay
I told them all I'd never be
Another generic emcee
I'm taking my leave from the play
I hope the show will go on okay
And please
Radio plays
No. 1 hit
But is there really
Anything to it
Melody flows
On repeat
Underneath
Generic beat
Soaring up
Crashing down
Missing meaning
life
Just doesn't fucking matter
Listening to Lil Rap and Sad Trash
That's why it's all generic trap
Everybody just wants a fucking act
Everybody in love
To fool the fools and paint the image to get by
All you have is money but no soul
No policy and no goals
Again you blurt platitudes
The most generic
images of beauty but she goes
Mind deep
Memory on fleek
A lot of brain storage
Can you see I love geeks
Sweet to hear a nerd speak
I'm a sapiosexual
to them industry puppet musicians
This for hip-hop heads, everyone else fuck your opinions
This ain't generic pop novelty rap, I'm reigning supreme
Sub par
They bite my favorites'
Flows
And you all say that
They go hard
Stop being afraid
To be an individual
Radio shit generic
Sure it stacks up some
rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight
Like two-dimensional objects
'Cause jail culture didn't give you that fitted hat
To memorize
birthday
Maybe I'm a little generic, a tad cliche
Subvert my ideas I'll say touche
I'll play the addict and you're my dealer
It'll hurt like a crash with
me away from the library
I was cast to the bride-show's harsh light
Where I told the king I was better than him
And thus earned Theophilus' spite
If I was in the library of your mind for a while
I would place the smell of coffee next to the memory of you learning how to ride the bicycle
So you
Ptolemy
I need to flex my muscles cause no one can crush a rhyme on me
The image I conjure up will expose me
The phony MC
Who occasionally drops the mic
that is always streaming
In the theater of existence, where dreams and reality are teaming
In the mirror of time, images of my past selves linger
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