Monarchy

I've been messin around this house with nothing left to do I have to use this mood, to grant you something new I am thankful too To be able to trample you Wait, can you stand a few bars Where no hate ensues? I Hate to do what I do To hate on you What I do is play with you, and I move To aid the few that have used What they could do, and abused The haters who had them bruised and jaded Face it What hate can create is hatred And we would never be sated We could never deflate it We could never be greater Than those who came before Maybe for a moment of greatness We might partake in those Choices we know are latent Manifestations of something ancient Ancient, ancient, ancient Dont be complacent You wont be facin' your idols with lies so Try to shake em' We grow in cycles Like growing tides all alone In a sea of rivals prayin' For the day our final weigh in's Like a vynil slayin' Sprayin' ma bars like a king, yeah! But I still grind all day and I try to find a way in So I can fly so high I never eye the pavement Why the payment with your lives? If all I try is staying Exactly as I am Glad i came to do what im doing Otherwise id grab a chain or stab a vein If you think im screwing with you Add a stain and pray im fakin Man, I'm achin, damn The meditation of yesterday has filled my mind with so many doubts That it is no longer in my power to forget them And yet I do not see how I should be able to resolve them And, as though I had suddenly fallen into very deep water I am still taken unawares that I can neither put my feet firmly down on the bottom Nor swim to keep myself on the surface OK Round 2 Of moving around you And using a sound to defuse and amount to Some new entertainment Yeah Not be the same and derail when The sales end up raising what I'm makin Mom, they can run Kevin's armed, they can't Harm him anymore Many more ground breakin ideas in town But I aint shakin Nah, man I'm making a statement Growing old, but not being told The show is boring oh And all in all the more we invested The more it forms a whole The normal folds and all that remains Are remains of someones mold All evolved, and going to places That make it all a home For a moment you can fake it But when the floor is yours Those who won't say you can make it Are the ones you'll own the most And so it goes, the story untold Has now been told or resold Depending on which ending Would blow the most Stop pretending, and you'll land in A place that most ignore For they all forget we're a Make of unconscious souls Who's conscious bro The thing that we are Is just a brunch at most Wooo, all right yo I'm think I'm done Yeah, queue it, ease me out I make an effort, nevertheless, in following afresh The same path upon which I had entered yesterday Keping away from everything of which I know I can conceive the slightest doubt Just as if i knew that it was absolutely false And I shall continue always in this path Until I have encountered something which is certain Or at least, if I can do nothing else Until I have learned with certainty That there is nothing certain in the world I suppose therefore that all things I see are false I persuade myself that none of those things ever existed That my deceptive memory represents to me I suppose i have no senses I believe that body, figure, extension, movement and place Are only fictions of my mind What then shall be considered true? There is nothing certain in the world