UxO With all the time spent / where’s the time went / can’t even recollect the moments / woe is me and separate by 6 degrees of hate / the government’ll lock us in / to plant the maggots of constraint / taint the world we see to keep us following / and wallowing in the depths of why / lie to me my fellow man, my brother / why we trained to fight each other / through economic excess / so x exactly marks the spot to execute this exodus / exerted like an exorcist so cleanse your spirit with your individuality / cuz segregating the Calvary over such technicalities and false religious maladies is cowardly / the we sing this hymn like voices in the wind gathering / And I stand / sick of this wickedest twisted wasteland / caught up in the systematic peer pressure of living day to day / bartered mercy unearthly when Mother Nature’s beauty been raped by Father Time Span / and I can’t see through profit and loss / the price to right this wrong of fear pops this apocalypse off / the time has never been better for standing / for all the stars in a seamlessly disseminated sky, one broods in wait of manufactured reprimanding / abandoning avenues of concrete for the freedom of passion / ask yourself this / are you really feeling like you’re able to grow when ignorance is truly bliss / and the status quo don’t know what it is that makes you you / cuz they too busy implanting the lies that they’ve gotten too used to / and it’s not in me to be still / cuz I’ll be killed for desecrating the monuments that we’ve built for unexploded ordinances /

Systematic Manipulation I just need to try and explain to the vast majority that the ways of this world is all in vain / living in this system and it’s structure that fluctuates and ruptures and tries to pass off as humane / it ain’t arcane / the roots of this country was founded on pain / colonize the new world and independent domain / but now we welcome the machine as the elite plot out their scheme and calling people like me the weakest link on the chain /I can spot what’s underlying but to them it’s deviant / defecting from the morals they chose for me to fit / shit, they’re pouring crazy chips up into battleships and preaching education when a fourth of the masses is illiterate / now don’t you think that’s in the least bit hypocritical / I try to be an optimist but all this keeps me cynical yo / if history truly is something repetitional / the power’s bound to fall cuz Sam’s already at his pinnacle / it’s pitiful trying to shape our mind state / playing games at high stakes keeps me irate / cuz there’s snakes in this garden and they’re watching you / thus a free country still costs a few / what do we do / (I manipulate) / Oh beautiful for the spacious skies / for the straight and narrow road’s been paved with lies / (I manipulate) / for all the promises subsidized / sport a guise and fabricate all your alibis / (I manipulate) / to attain even more terrain you say united we stand but divided you reign / purple mountains majesty, amber waves of grain / America the beautiful, America the vain / God shed his grace on thee; God shed his grace on thee I’m not some kind of terrorist / I’m more like an activist / using the masses as a catalyst to see how the reaction hits / cuz I hate living petrified / every move detected by the perpetual electric eye / you think you gotta private life, best think nothing of the kind / the hills have eyes and bet it’s something they designed / to undermine the working class who break their backs for cash / for a piece of the pie and we can only have half of it / it’s all malarkey so don’t you even start me / I’ll reach my full potential without using your army / look at history we have become an oligarchy / so I sing for redemption like Robert Nesta Marley / but is it anarchy cuz we hell bent for revolution / the only solution lie in divine retribution / to amend the constitution of it’s quid pro quo / and yo uniting is my dream but the status quo has gotta go / Chorus Through all these democratic policies the powers that be run like a bureaucracy / determined by one’s wealth, prestige and property / while living check to check, my state of affairs remain in poverty / been socialized to hope, but like I’m really gonna hit the lottery / it’s psycho sodomy to even think of living in harmony / to keep up the economy through political ideology / this dichotomous congress only represents hypocrisy / for the quote unquote greater good of democracy / a mockery to all of our humanity / they’re pissing in our faces till we lose all of our sanity / paying the prices of their vanity / sticking a cost on our patriotism candidly / covet other countries, covering that up with amity / it’s sad to see, but then it’s sadder if you’re blind / to their ways, feigning God’s grace for their stock lines / time after time brainwashing the populace’s minds / generation after generation of united swine /

Wounded in the Field of Ghosts I can’t stand being a man wishing to scream but I can’t / I can’t cry cuz when I try, my empty eyes—already damp / I can’t complain, I’m in this position ready to change / but acid rain corrodes my body so I pay the price of chains / the pain and fear that keeps me guarded / lost in a broken heart with loneliness that nails me to the crucifix, innocence martyred / to play a part is torment / the path ahead uncharted / but all the world’s a stage when humans play the moving targets / talk is cheap suckaz / and I could ramble on for centuries / adventurous, scatter brain conducted closet symphonies / embarrass us / a timeless tirade / widespread panic panoramic from the top of off my sky scrape / cry babe cuz they done been pointing fingers ‘gain / feeling like a stranger in my own dead ringer’s skin / what / who, where, when and why, bonsai / in the secret of the invisible splinter of the mind’s eye / Scarlet skies and crimson eyes / blanket smog in love’s disguise / cutthroat steps I trace to follow you / wounded in the field of ghosts / where signs of life are comatose / and no one finds me in my solitude / You cut my soul and play with me / drowned in a complacency / on a daily base, erasing your touches, something’s awakening / and I hate it to be this way / I keep lying to you like constantly / and awkwardly conceal my stare when sacrificing the offering / but whatever misses this venomous synthesis / would probably try to slit it’s wrists if the option was more than hit or miss / and it’s the tits because I feel it in my heart and in my hard on / to the point of no return where I’m too far gone / when a man is captured as this in rapturous twist / savage, ravaged ravenous like a servant asking master his wish / the clash of passion, something massive as this / and it can exist just light the wick on top the broken candle stick / morbid, euphoric and I’m in need of a father figure / a bigger brother / one to cleanse me cuz I’m a sinner / dancing on the sun, I feel the feet beneath me blister / and fester, trying to test the pressure of the careless whisper / Chorus Have you ever been / have you ever thought / have you ever tried to speak / were you ever taught / have you ever done / have you ever seen / have you ever lived within and witnessed anything / are you confident / or are you terrified / are you trying to run away or are you paralyzed / have you ever seen the revolution televised / can you remember to forget what you just memorized / How your spirit sway so slowly, so slowly / Cut of sinful cloth and my soul burns / don’t you love me, don’t you love me / Starlit skies and crimson eyes / blanket smog in love’s disguise / cutthroat steps I trace to follow you / wounded in the field of ghosts / where signs of life are comatose / and no one finds me in my solitude / and if I’m crossing over friend / and the symptoms of benign begin / lay this lace to blanket upon the ground / oh, it’s such a sin / when these worn out eyes trace this callow skin / and the gallows hold your place among ghosts /

The Fall of Technology Digitized minds flock to congregate amongst the fourth estate / discussing liberty through gigabytes, assimilation completed / with microchips for satellites and televisions / artificial intuition laced decisions for political gain / viruses crash the mainframe / now we at the point where every name will bathe in acid rain for vain reasons / futuristic Gods wage war / because it’s HAL who won’t ever pen the pod bay doors / plus information will be stored without the need of human memory / only through the form of technological telepathy / the matrix evolution through the hard drive is everywhere / it’ll never be fair in the enemy’s lair / with the scent of despair as infrared eyes outline the soul / and the penalty blares the hypnotic sounds of mind control / metamorphosing humans to digital dynamos / internal modems for brains, we riding low in IFOs / though I suppose this will make us al a little antisocial / monitored by Big Brother’s watch to keep us hopeful / codes in both hands and retinal scans for our focals / while we indulge in downloaded thoughts of going postal / the fall of technology / Richter scales and seismographs / added up in Mayan math / to count up all the viruses they sending out through cyber blasts / infect the terminal and stab it / cuz we down for cybersex with them hyper texted prophylactics / battlestar galactics—build it onto silicon / rolling and blacking out like Enron with all the pills we on / (yo) / so kill me now before I steal another million / cuz at that moment I’m blowing up, my microchips’ll still be on / missile defenses armed but what can we defend against / we going back to the table like dinner mints / cuz Intel quad core processes the red fingerprints / when us cyber criminals slip in indifference / so hack this / I got your malware for any firewall / security breach and we ain’t even try at all / your dot coms, dot nets and dot protocols / fuck ‘em all if they don’t see that we the ones that write the wall / yeah, so blast that as status update / varied singularity and keep your peoples up late / ghosts in the machine rep the paranormal state / so behold that pale horse on course to re-educate / the fall of technology /

Godspeed Was it ever understandable that I could never do / anything in this world that I put my mind to / well my answer to that is not true / cuz I got a new drug that’s storming in my brain like a monsoon / do it up, now I’m headed out the galaxy / beyond the infinite to feel a rush defying gravity / forget normality cuz it’s about a different kind of sanity within a metamorphosed form of our anatomy / don’t get it twisted though, this brings about a change that makes you feel mystical / and I want the rest to know there’s nothing to be scared of at all, this quality shit’s invincible / and um / I’m feeling it now and I can hardly sit down / adrenaline rush, I’m taken over in a second flat / and negativity will never pollute the energy cuz it’ll take us to where Heaven’s at / where is that / it ain’t weed, it ain’t meth, it ain’t coke / matter fact if I could label it, it ain’t dope / but it brings about the same euphoria you may know / and I got some but do you gotta pay—no / it’s available to anyone in need / and I’m here to tell you ‘bout it cuz I wanna plant seeds / the perfect combination that’ll make your eyes bleed / and you’ll be capable of anything when tripping on the Godspeed / GODSPEED / whenever you want it you know you’ll get it with intrepid alphabetics that’ll keep you energetic / GODSPEED / aesthetic, prophetic, poetic, let it take control with it’s theoretical anesthetic / GODSPEED / frenetically it gives us true identities and intensity with an energy to keep us keeping on kinetically (GODSPEED) as entities engulfed within serenity, synthetically composed in perfect chemistry phonetically / Go get stoned and go get spun then go get amped and go get drunk / go get bent off anything at random but you’ll never feel a feeling quite like this one / I ain’t kidding you / everyone I went and convinced has never had a reason to bring arguments against / this magnificence coming in abundance / cuz it’s beautiful and there ain’t never been another one since / or never will be, not reputably / although what could be Hell to you could be Heaven to me / and inevitably find your own mental telepathy to catch a view of the future cuz it’ll only take a second to see / the century unfold before your very vision in beautiful colors animated with precision / in a way that only can exist inside of the mind / taste of the faith, give sight to the blind / cuz the high’ll be forever if you want it to / live it, love it, feel it in your molecules / but if you’re full of drama then it’s not for you / thus I found a common ground so baby I ain’t through with it yet / it’s serious as a death threat / coming through the speakers or the wires on your headset / and it’s the best yet, truly better than the rest get / but if you beg to differ then I tell you place your best bet / and we’ll see if you can feel me / cuz I’m guilty slanging the realer than real be / and still free because the product ain’t filthy / and I could never get enough of it / so fill me full of it / and find that feeling I been dealing whenever my minds in need / to fill the empty minutes when I wanna get a bit of creativity, I need to get a little Godspeed / Chorus Now every time I need a fix like ahh / it be giving me an arsenal, a full repertoire / so never could I be afflicted by lockjaw / cuz I’m full of pure adrenaline to keep me steady buzzing like a chainsaw / raw from here to Wichita to Arkansas / up to Ottawa then down to Panama to Nassau / feel it sticking in me like the claws in a cat’s paw / now I’m hella speeding like a fast ball / not an 8 ball / I tell you this though / it’s simple to replenish every time your stash gets low / but you gotta look into your mind and find a window / and break up out it like you was the Count of Monte Cristo / but miss no chance to grab / anything at the moment that you just have to have / the gusto, the passion, the action, the whole 9 adding for you like a game a baccarat / and as a matter of fact, this ain’t no gamble with your life / that can terrorize yourself away from finding paradise / so if you feel you’re paralyzed then call upon me, the smack man, I’m here to make sure that your vivid dream never dies / otherwise creativity’ll deplete to be weak / and stuck in a rut feeling the heat / which is a normal side effect if you’re full of conceit / but that’s a terminal disease I ain’t willing to keep—naw / thus I’m already over that and repping true skill plus everything that matters coming from a bleeding heart / the intimacy of artistry and camaraderie has always been a part of me and leaving it’s mark / so when do we start / well anytime you’re feeling the need / for a touch of the adrenaline rushing the new breed / then believe you me that we’ll all be able to comprehend of what is truly beneficial when we’re drunken on the Godspeed /

Brand New Way At yo the rhyme is priceless / so i'm twice as precise as / anything that done ever clutched these mic devices / maestros timeless, Double S the nicest / guys spitting rhymes to leave you lit like a light switch / yo they call me V-I-T / A-L-M-C and I don't need ID / vis a vie we got it locked covered like canopies / mash down Babylon to the majesties / it's like the second coming of Christ running a heist / slicing hard like Kimbo putting spice in your life / and you about to feel my presence like a Poltergeist / and you already heard me once but I done told you twice / Double S is the better, perfection every measure / Madmattics on the beat and Maylay define forever for me / plus on the symphony is Optiniznyizzeny / the chemistry and infamy for history / I got this brand new style of thinking / and though it's hard to shake my old ways I still try / ready for a new day, another chance at life / through all the pain and strife / the antidotes my mic / Whenever I'm low, yeah, I find myself still grinding / despite all the mistakes that came in perfect timing / I understand now it's bigger than me / so I experience the most with the squad and family haha / a stand up dude so don't push me / i'm already close to the edge before we even tried to have something / placing ourselves in a better position / I let 'em know from the get go, having a soul is what matters / now picture faces as we slide past these / MCs lacking originality with no stage presence / the pen is the clip, my mind is the weapon / stop blaming who's hot and get yourself into running / show and prove man, who needs preaching / I'm sick of schooling ya'll for free so break us off if you're head's bobbing / I got this brand new style of thinking / and though it's hard to shake my old ways I still try / ready for a new day, another chance at life / through all the pain and strife / the antidotes my mic /