lyrics and vox by Devin Cohen
Recorded at Kawari Sound, Wyncote, Pa
Produced and mixed by Alex Daniels
with assistance from Devin Cohen,
except for Extracting Aesthetics (Teaser), Dead or Alive,
2-1-5, which were produced by Zach Goldstein
cover paint stencil art by Aleister Tanek Javas Mraz
and photographed, cropped, and toned blue by Devin Cohen
ALIEN ARCHITECT MIXTAPE LYRICS:
All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher
Spit art
coming out
straight
from an ARTery
he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded
looks like getting smart to the
deep see diver
underscoring see level
dumbing down for the market place acquisition
manipulating various varying variable
social objects marked down for a sale
his experimental examination hath failed
such a waste
oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind
is a waste of one' time
speechless, a mime,
gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits
old schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid,
cooled by revolving fan,
intermediated by holy screen,
who rhythmically poets over beats
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Crazy on the Microphone:
It's like im crazy on the microphone
but sane when you meet me in person
particularly if you know me well
which may never happen if our personas don't jell
wishing you will
wish me well
dropping nick names
nicks, dimes, quarters, and change
that i fished for in the fountain of youth,
that predated my date with the clues
that you should get in exchange for the exchange
that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand
do you know how to get back from whense you came
to there, where they say we should not go,
they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline
off the handy man's hands
that feeds the little birdies that told my minds
made up me to hear what you are saying
but to not to listen to who you think you are
barred
from the point of no return deserves another
now and then
to feel around
a rounded
dead object
objective to this associative interconnected networking
of crazies on the microphone
To be a bling rapper's just way to expensive
to be a battle rapper
you always have to be on the defensive
i've been pensive
continuous
im into it
intuitive
intimate
intricate
infinite
i've been in it not to win it and nor for the wealth
when you walk in the room everything starts to melt
so for now
ill just battle my self
start to freestyle
in the back
of my mind
with my back
to the wall
on the broad street line
write down the rhyme
in the back
of my gender and history notebook
look at it
read it
register having had just read it
edit
it
and
then
spit
in the basement.
its all mathematic
its all tragic
your all stagnent and static
i'm all laging
behind
the beat
with these rhyme
the word on the street
is that there's no words on me
or however you wanna word
these words
are somewhat of a written
freestyled
train of thought piece
conscious R.A.P.'s Asside
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Namesake:
V1
Temperament
unavoidable
inescapable
avoidant
buoyant
just sort of floating
like all the rest
with performance anxiety
armoring
pleasure and pain
and this is exactly what i wanted
the invisible enigma
a mysterious figure
with theatric rap trip
tactics
out dated
adolescent
revenge
remembered.
getting it together.
from first hand experience
there is nothing to flaunt
touching on touchy topics
with twice removed
half true
universal parts of speech
i try to reach
but that is a stretch
as far i'm concerned thats the funny thing
better to live unknown
than to give it all away
i am singular
aloneness
privacy
a feeble attempt at self therapy
high horse horse play
on for sample size
CHORUS:
one name calls one an other: returning every ones called names
one name calls one an other: circularly arguing
one name calls one an other: for namesake
one name calls one an other: forsaking every one
one name calls one an other:though every one
one name calls one an other: is self-->centered
one name calls one an other: let it ride
one name calls one an other: ride with it
V2
I have got to get control of my self, I am controlling
i should have kept it to my self years ago
but alas attention me,
intimacy in confidence,
be well,
pseudo
judo christian ideals ingrained
hear say
confessional journalism
sado masacist honory
on a submission to the royal most highness
either real or imagined
and correlation doesn't necessarily necessitate causation
resuscitate
a hypochondriac
reforming recitation
short sighted
short handed
long story made short
a shortage
a hairy situation
there is no where to be found
self discrepancy
identity diffusion
role confusion
no solution in sight
polar ice
breakers
movers
and shakers
needy if need be
dancing around you
high horse horse play
a feeble attempt at self therapy
...knowing so much without knowing the words to describe it...
...instead of enjoying my time that had come with you
i was using my time that had come with you as a means for coming up with lyrics....
...it all ceases to be when my eyes don't see, and your the one that's wrong if we ever disagree....
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Bitter/Sweet:
INTRO/OUTTRO:
ok
we get it
real is even realer than the way in which we socialize
now can we just relax and socialize
stop trying to prove a point about social lies
on a public platform
entitled
our social live
all area crew, i don't wanna leave my friends and family behind
what is real elevated on a stage?
what is real going through a sage?
Chorus:
Bittersweet, swing your partner dosey doe
dont ever let it go, go
where did it all go wrong
Bittersweet, swing your partner dosey doe
dont ever let it go, go, go
easy going gone
V1:
a constructivist
constructing this
character
characterized by
characteristics
with habits
habitualized by
his habitat
only to deconstruct it
personalities
personal ties
why thank you
and how
what is up is
all of the above
and it is all derivative
seeing, as it all derives from some where
concurring
with dissecting
bissecting
dividing and conquering
based upon the basis of what somewhere
and some where down the line
i became segmented
cemented
concrete
bitter/sweet
a voice over beats
to be critiqued
who rarely common speaks
one for the debate team
beside him self
so in his head.......
CHORUS
PREVERSE:
I was drunk off of sadness when i said those things that i didn't mean......
V2:
enemies even closer than friends
detached
and reattached
at the hip
for a point
out, dated
mellow dramatic
shopahaulic
hypochondriac
reformation
DEVistation
illusory
halucination
hesitation
shh...
complimentary pairing
sharing
compliments
to the chef
grandiose theft
of the
automatic mobility
all encompassing
non affiliative
i am the doc for crying out loud
tick tock
open mindedness
paradigm
world view shift
perspective
uplift
on to the next best thing
oh the monotony
monotone the only one, second to none
at this point whats the point in making a point,
at a point it stopped being fun,
i though that i would point that out,
oh the monotony,
living the same
gathering names
keeping it tame
feeling out comfort zones
like a good psychologist
faceless
i guess that this is me from now on
easy going gone
where did it all go wrong
with the wind
i vent
and i went
so far
as to
say
(we're in real big trouble,
we're in real big trouble, broken hearted on the microphone)
V1:
its getting hard to hold on
im gonna let go
and fall
to my knees
please
oh lord
stop me
from being
bored
i will wipe the floor with your
asinine
siggestions
im the best in show
with a heavy flow
period
yeah
there isn't anyone who's real in the game
there isn't anyone who's real in the game
cuz they didn't come out of the womb that way
they practiced
this is just practice
i am a practitioner
and a very good listener
at least i used to be
before i became
oh so overly consumed
in microphone checks
1-2
look at my self in the mirror way too much
i hold the microphone in an extremely tight clutch
im just guessing
i don't know
but i have a hunch
that a whole bunch of you guys are fake
CHORUS:
We're in real big trouble
We're in real big trouble
it doesn't have to be the best
i still exist
so go ahead and laugh
i will do nothing
and you will watch me die
now watch me die
now watch me die
now watch me die
broken hearted on the microphone
V2:
I gotta keep face
kept to the way side
while all these models worry about their waste line
great minds get left behind
boxed in like dioramas
by the great vine
i heard it from the great vine
but it isn't true
just one of those self perpetuating lies
that ensues
a blast from the past
carried over
like a carry on
carrying on
into this new
millennium
now nine years old
the new old
long story made short
and told
in the first person twice removed
so cold
dressed to impress
caked up in make up
to fake the
funkiness
but you wouldn't know the real
if it punched you in
the back of the head
thats why i've never been in a fight
instead
i've just avoided it
cuz who cares what you
think of me
secretly
i do
but thats not a secret, you can see it on my face
you run the race
while i rest my case
on the starting line
i gotta keep face
about face
CHORUS
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"what was once RPG shortened into a transitory interlude...":
im on that main stream of conscious flow
swimming through chemical compounds, h2o
liquid
im livid
i should be committed
im crazy
maybe
im indecisive
i might just break it all down
down to its lowest common denominator
till nothing more needs to be said.........
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ROOTS OF GREED:
V1:
twists and turns
before you know it
you dont even know who you are anymore
feeling like your hard to the core
is the only sure thing
when it rains
its pouring
so i duck for cover
sporting
goods
that go against the grain
of my morning
wood
and branch out
of my family tree
take heed, you are rooted in the roots of greed
i did the deed
i followed you lead
and you followed mine
so we could keep up to speed
but it doesn't really matter
lets just sit back relax
and smoke weed
news feed
CHORUS:
this just in
this just in
take heed you are rooted in the roots of greed
V2
twists and turns
this maze goes on for days
and weeks
and months
and years
a dear in head lights
rocks the mic
and goes by the name
of the double A
obsurdist wordist
taken back
so im taking it back
gotta find a way to make that paper stack
but i don't need millions to feel like a millionaire
and i don't need no bling
don't need no pieces of flare
people raise your hands in the air
like you just DO care
don't just stand there and stare
beware of the dark
we grab one another's heart and rip it a part
we need to revert back to the start
CHORUS
V3
That's not true
but sometimes you have to doubt to realize whats true
its called contrast
and ill outlast all you motherfuckers who gay bash
suck a dick
you are what you hate
your a little late
old timer
im the
kind of
rhymer
to hop up in the cypher
and pull an all nighter, i wish
i've got the liver saliva, i wish
im tighter, i wish
so tight
that i gotta loosen up like a conservative
and im not talking politics
here's some words to live by
don't like by words, live by thoughts,
don't live by thoughts, live by living
thats my religion, no kidding
better yet kid,
amidst this grown man business
i witnessed an eye witness get it all wrong
("yeah, at the rotunda....," "1,2," "yeah" "i run on sentences")
double A battery powered
the cowards get devoured
i've scoured
the Earth
for mc's
who were mc's
since birth
and mc's who are mc's unrehearsed
and mc's who are mc's without the drive or the thirst
to be an mc
ms'c think that mc is short hand for misconception
double A battery powed
the cowards get devoured
i've scoured
the Earth
for mc's
who don't use mc's
as a pivot point for self worth
mc's who are mc's first
mc's who mc irregardless of distinctions such as best or worst
mc's who mc independant of wanting to be an mc who's well versed
in what it is to be an mc
mc's think that mc is short hand for misconception
double a battery powered
the cowards get devoured
i've scoured
Earth
for mc's
24 hours a day
i hear this beat looping over and over and over again
inside of my head
Chorus:
and now your gone
i thought that i could handle it but
i don't know
i'm in pleasantville
and i thought i wouldn't miss her
but it seems that i miss her
and she says he's just a friend
and i say she's just a friend
now we say that we are friends
it doesn't feel like we are friends
Verse 1:
i talked some shit and then i ate my words
and i am am what i eat
so guess that i'm the shit
and you can't hold me back so
i am diaria
and i got in your face
when you were walking around town
with your head up
your ass
and now your shit faced and wasted
but one human's waste is another human's treasure
and your fucked up
if you like that sort of thing
i.e. it feels so good that it should
be against the law
i see what i saw
and i'm stuck in my old ways
it is but a daze
last evening
the alcoholic seasoning
is overpowering
i'm cowering
i feel so small
although i'm tall
and towering
maybe that's why i'm looking down at my self
i think it needs less or maybe more of something else
so we throw some weed in the recipe
and some obsurd mouth numbing tea, muscle relaxant
i am but a reactant
(the most overlooked by the unsigned hype)
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
i'm with it
i'm down
so down
i am down
in the dumps
that you took
i'm shook
i'm so low
cus i ride solo
home schooled
until i went to school
but then all i wanted to do
was just feel at home
still spitting bars at bars
still spitting fire at the fire
cus i bring that of which is characteristic of where i am
so how could i get where i'm going if i continue to do that
i love to rap
but none of my friends were ever even into all that
and now im all that
i'd love to be about the people
the underground
and the local scene
but the underground
local scene
is no more no less
than a microcosm
of the macrocosm
that is the main stream
social scene
before you even sold out
your sold out
currently unavailable
untill the next generation
of you
arrives
(the most overlooked by the unsigned hype)
CHORUS
OUTTRO:
and we can look like anything
and we can talk anything
and we can move like anything
and we can rap like anything
if you leaving you is wrong
i wanna be right
so i guess that i'll just stay
and remain silent
untill proven
guilty
i put
my foot
to the pedal
to the metal
with these verbal hydraulics
or what-cha-ma'call-it
i'm on the brink
they stink
they're balling
these wanna be ballers
who are on the ball
weighing it down
till it implodes
and its seen that it was all
just plastic
filled with hot air
on the microphone
from the area code
of the 2-1-5
keeping it alive
comes
the Alien Architect
the extraterestrial
who microphoned home
in his own zone
in which there's more than one time
for your mind blown
i've got a bone to pick
with the skeletons in the closet
own up to shhh....
without even cursing
the heavens
this has been a Devin
report of sorts
making long stories short, of course, yeah!
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
who's who according to whom
i was told that the truth is told by the moon
so i'm mooning ya sun
with this eclipse
and hint at the glimpse
while you just stick to your clicks
i'm all up in the mix
feeling mixed up
is it possible
to stop it all
to fix stuff
oh no!
cus its escapism
we're not making love with music
we're master bating with rhythm
self satisfying
lying
to our selves
that we really wanna connect
with somebody else
when we don't really wanna
i gotta
lotta
shh....
to say
about the games
that we play
which are evident
in this
twisted
social experiment
i'd rather unlearn
than learn to combat what'd been learned
by the people's of the planet
where we live
relevent
to one another
one an other
CHORUS
OUTTRO:
this is for the unknown heroes
those ones
who are zeroes
check this out
mc's act like they don't know when they do
deep down, deep down
mc's act like they know when they don't
deep down, deep down
I make, create, and innovate with linguistics
the highly widely most gifted
at being what "i" is
VERSE:
i'm so real
that i've ruined my relationships
as if i were battling romantic mc's
and it has come to a head
and i have never felt more empty
heading back to you
who i don't know as i well as i used to
impetuous
but maybe not this time around
maybe this time around
i could remain
happy
sticking around
i thought that being single bound
would make me super man
and it did
but when it did
i saw through it
and through
and through
it led me back to you
the way that i remember you
the way that i remember you
the way that i.......
using plastic
as a tactic
through passive
aggressive
digestive
tracks
hip hop is bigger than hip hop
its all confusion
unadulterated
playing make believe
with tricks up my sleeve
human seeing
gets reduced to human beings
gets reduced to
(what what what what)
credit
VERSE 1:
Conceiving my unconscious
automatic processes
is maladaptive, I'm already prewired,
and this meta-analysis is building callouses, undesired,
i've admired
introspection for so long,
where did i go wrong,
was it all
just a response
to the downfall
of those who have gone
from keeping it real
to hiding behind a guard up
to be the most strong;
issues with masculinity unresolved:
We create problems,
just so we can dominate
and say
we were the ones who solved it
but its
just implicit
egotism
and the supposed
male principle
of dividing the whole,
only to concur
and put it back together,
and we call
just being
unbecoming
like its a bad thing,
(its all competition)
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
i find it hard to say
i find it hard to stay
but all the meaning
i was leaning on
keeps on keeping on
fading away
to dismay, i hate that you hate that you hate (/gays)
so i hate my self
then manifest hell
where i dwell
then internalize it
into the internal realm of
an emotional wreck
who's overwhelmed with
flirting with disastrous
habitual bad habits
habitualized
by his habitat
and its redundant
but what
hip hop
is dead
just as it was said
but now it can reincarnate
or perhaps transcend
beyond the samsaric
world
premier
""latent image's aggression, a memorial_"" (as a youngster):
sitting at the desk
when
in the school land
testing less than
the best man
even with the answers on my hand
and i cant stand
being scanned
acting appropriate
so i don't get canned
god damn
all that money they spend
on a social trend
ketch frases planned
i hope that i impress them
then i can socially blend
aggression!
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Aesthetic Impessionism:
CHORUS:
only god can judge me
all eyes on me
me against the world
hail marry
when i'm gone
if i die tonight
how long will they morn me
picture me
rolling over in my grave
VERSE 1:
nobody can say otherwise
nobody can say otherwise
double negated
counter clockwise
time traveling
grappling
with flux capacitated hooks
i heard 'em say that the people are impressionable
so i come through
through making a good impression
dressed to impress
with my aesthetic impressionism
sticking out
an impression
a caricature
of my self
centered
staging
impressing as i hit em
with subversive subtext
through intertextual means
that
end up
downplayed
your down with grades
on the contrary
i'd rather be de graded
my counter cultural adolescence says
two thumbs down with grades
gradients
gradations
gradually a graduate, student teaching, seeing through the eyes of his pupils
asking guiding questions
ends up ended and down played
impressive
CHORUS
VERSE
dogs eat dogs
mistaking fear
for threat
appetites wet
at the sound of a bell
table contented they bet
gambling sells
the house takes the cake
reinforcement scheduling
it may not mean nothing to ya'll
but number one is still
second to none
cocky not confident
yet illegedly the opposite
claiming their self is the best
and that their other is incompetent
yeah
napoleon complexed
cocky dicks
long to be long
to feel as though they belong
but just because they feel it doesn't mean its there
they claim that they are confident but we know the truth
but in the world viewed
by what they have created
it appears that their ways are put to good use
personas of the like
how would god judge
if i dies tonight
why do you think these guys are cools
they're asswholes
and it don't stop
not never
it never ever will
and it dont
wont
stop
it never ever will
(don't stop, won't stop)
VERSE 1:
a method actor
who got carried away
playing the role of psycho path
the devil's advocate
and i advocate
everything
i'm with you all
one and all
we are all
one in the same
we're all one
check it out
i am just the number one
son of a gun
just like you
i'm something like you
who knew
time flew away
mind you, a day
ago
a flow
display
conveyed
convex
go figure
from the ground up reversal
i speak in circles
with circular arguments
yeah
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
its so ingenuine
just the same words
over and over
its just a method
it is so hectic
the scheduling
and this work is busy
its all busy work
now we're dull boys
cus we have no play
in the playground
love
i am grounded in play
and the l.o.v.e
in the place to be
pretended to be an mc
if you wanna be
then you're a wanna be
(uh)
spice up your life
here it goes again
i will rock it on the mic
every time that i lie
just a method actor
and the whole world is but a stage
CHORUS
VERSE 3:
we blew each other's covers,
now we are open books,
single bound,
blank pages of nothings underlined,
unruled,
reading between the lines,
though there is nothing to read into towards the end,
yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front
cover,
my nominal value on masking tape,
tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings,
fragmented,
to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs,
my me mine a marble note book,
with notes of adolescence and society towards its front
cover
drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front,
cover,
covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko,
sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric,
sealing what we once reached for,
the secret too soon,
reading the end first for a second,
then speed reading through the rest and getting into it,
in and of its
self,
you,
me,
i,
and i,
we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed
which could not be further from the truth,
a fictitious piece of work,
dragging on one too long winded,
winding up under cover.....
Chorus: extracting aesthetics
and transfusing them
into a collage
of vibrational patterns
verbalized
as if
they were something new
check it out 1-2 1-2, check 1-2
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BeatRock ("Teaser"):
Mid Verse:
....But everyone all around me is now dead
break ya neck
break ya spine
climb
find your nitch
off without a hitch
the target audience asks whats the big pitch?
CHORUS:
i won't name names
and i won't point the blame
i've been filled to the gils
with self hatred and pain
i'm telling it
no more selling it
i was afraid that it
was irrelevant
oh well it is
me
not the mc dc
he's a lie, i dwell within
i'm not the outside
or its problems
an entity
with nothing
to say but that i exist
mental revolution
every other kind of fist
abandons
departs from the part from the start
that i miss
its all over, goodbye
i built a character based on the constructs
of my verbal conduct
leaving behind the
transparent spirit
with no lyrics
cus you fear it
cus we're it
i can't get near it
lost in all that costs afraid to relax
trapped in an act that chain reacts.......
thinking of a master plan
damn
it doesn't even exist
this dualistic
relationship
is problematic
but i've got to have it
its my tragic
flaw
i saw
spiritual
in a raw
lyrical
building block
upon forms that were
platonic
you want
you got it
back to the basics
back to the roots
its hypnotic
watch out now
we're far too proud
understood
its no good
we hide
behind
pride
the fact that we've live
died to live
with our applied science
compliant
miserable
disregarding all that i can't give to you
but we're gonna make it through
this
apply then deny the fist
wish upon the star that we are
building the boat
as i float on it
everybody from the 2-1-5
everybody reps the 2-1-5
everybody reps where they come from
and everybody hangs with people who are just like them
like them
Verse 1:
a man
out and about
town
going through lengths
to show
not tell
that isn't what it looks like
yet from the looks of things
we derive meaning
graduate
staying out of the gossip
leaves me speechless
too cool for school
the supportive dimension
and the facade
is the front man
so i backtracked
judging
courting
sorting
according to whom
the one now lost
soon to be forgotten
dearly beloved
melancholy
you are rooted in your roots
remember your past
don't do new things
that cease to include
those that truly matter
process over result is unproductive
and justice has been obstructed
the front man
has been confronted
(confrontational)
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
you continually insulted me
and i took it as truth
because i'm such a nice guy
then i opened up about that truth
and you didn't like what you heard
proclaiming me
one of all the rest
of whom you've also made nervous
or so you said
or so you said
you are so right
i am wrong
condemn me
i am the guilty party
a reflection of you
whats new?
there is nothing new
yet we want to start a new
novelty
the latest craze
the odd man is out
yet oddly
not even
it didn't go well
oh well
there is always next time
good effort
post girl syndrome
a hypochondriac reforming
there is something wrong
but no one knows what it is
trying so hard to not try so hard
CHORUS
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Dissipates:
CHORUS
dissipates dissipates dissipates dissipates
VERSE 1
She looks so sweet
she lives just down the street
one day we meet
and hit it off
she tells me i'm aloud to be soft
that being a real man isn't what they try to tell you being a real man really is
she's so wise
but only a kid
and so am i
but boy do i miss
being unadulterated
im a latent
boy that i missed
out on being
she's allows me to be him
and as of now
we've been meeting
for quite some time
and everything's been going quite fine
its our little story, we both don't tell
this fast paced life
suddenly seems so still
when she's near
all of my fear
dissipates
CHORUS
VERSE 2
when she's near
all of my fear
dissipates
then comes back together
as something new and improved
she is pink
and i am baby blue
its like i'm this close to being back in the womb
my parents are gone
and everyone
i've ever loved is gone
taken by old age
and the majority of their livelihood was bold faced
lies
i thought i knew it all
but all
of a sudden
i was surprised
as if for the first time
she looked so sweet
but she was gonna tell
i couldn't let her tell
i couldn't let her tell
she used to be pure
but that was before
they gave her the talk
and now she's CONfused
she forgot the truth
the very same truth
that she taught me
she says
"be the kind of real man that they really want you to be"
and so i do
and keep my love locked up inside
for the rest of my life
(that's the key)
I shatter the latter
of my brain data
with antimatter
and attempt to vent and write a better
song
to make me feel better
if thats wrong then i don't wanna be right
(right!)
i thought that what is most real is what is out of sight
so i kept
out of sight
and held
no value
to that of which is socially constructed
i was alien obducted
but i soon grew lonely
but this is who i've been for so long
and it seems that the only
way out
is to be a big phony baloney
meat headed pig
cus no one gives
the time of day
or tokens
to one who's soft spoken
and you know the time
but you won't tell me
so i guess that its time
for me
to buy a watch (watch)
this is the check out line
check out my line
rules are made to be broken
so i speak in broken
english
to relinquish
the spirit
of the transparent
metalinguistic
that words cannot express
this is bigger than the north, south, east, and the west
i rep
that of which is off of the map
this is old hat
and they wanna school ya to take off that old hat
in class
to be classy
its classist
fascist
the old hat predates
when the earth
quaked a crack
in pangaea
i see ya
so where are you at
what's the use
no emo
no homo
no thing but a logo
to be used only
soley
for promotional use
i went from being your one and only
to being one of their many
CHORUS:
i think your cool
but i hate those who are your friends
and when you are around them
you act like them
i think your cool
but i hate so and so who is youe friend
and when you around him
you act like him
i though you cool
but i hate you now
i liked you back then
when you were my friend
do you have applauding hands to lend
are you a perfect 10
we are fanatics
we are not friends
VERSE
nervous systematic break down
identity crisis
and man out and about town
twice as nice as this
so you'll never know
the more people you know
the more you keep to your self
at first it begins with silencing you opinion
then you realize
that the world has so much to offer
gesture and innuendo
taking it in
getting it in
and everything you see
is inside of you, see
i wanna be
all about what i am doing
but sometimes i have to step back and just laugh
the past
distorted
then i tell you about it
and we carry on
on false premises
"Archy" arch nemesis
but you like my other side
and i
wanna just break on through
untill i'm
though
but even that has more to do with you
than every mc
but it is all in me
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