Lyrics

MAIN STAGE

V1 (Plovo)
I know it sounds crazy, but it's part of the plan
To hold turbulence and triumph in the palm of my hand
Demand in advance the chance to accelerate
Tell it straight and elevate the pace to develop a
Bleed to the feed and impale the art form
Now we start from scratch, with a beat and some cardboard
Hardcore, co-inhabit the main stage
The far fetched fanatic brings havoc to brain waves
They caved in, unhinged from the mind rot
Run and tell you friends, don't infringe on my time slot
Dimes drop and out pops the pinnacle
Cynical in a sense, hell bent against the typical
Situation is critical, the reinvention of the wheel
Present them on rotating plates of steel
Feel audio, cardio pulmonary excitable, libel to viable, vital to the ignitable
It's time to pull the punches, and I trust that they'll retaliate in bunches
My hunch is that their skill weren't fitting the bill, run of the mill
They're probably gonna have to take it home and rebuild


V2 (M-flow)
WHERE AS IT WAS THE
FIRST READING OF THE DIALOG FOR THE MAIN STAGE
REHEARSED IN A DARK ROOM WITH A MIRROR AND PENT RAGE
BREAK OUT AND BUST DOWN THE HALL HOLLERIN
STOP WE GOTTA FOLLOW HIM SHOTS ARE RINGING LOUD AGAIN


A WHORE MASK TOUCHE THE SAME SONG OR
SAME DICK FLICK THAT FLIPPED THE KID TO CLICK WRING
BENT THE STICK THAT SWITCHED HIS ASS FOR SO LONG,
SET FREE WITHOUT A REAFT TO FLOAT ON


BREATH LONG IN HALE THE FIRST STEP
EVAPORATOR SIX HITS UNTIL I CHECK YOU LATER
MIND SPLITS BLUE BOMB THE WORST BIT
HALLUCINATION WITHIN A FIRE OF BRICKS


HARDHEADED THAT'S MY ARMY OF ONE
POLITICAL SHIT'S BEEN BOUGHT FOR TOO LONG
WHILE BUSH GETS SPOILED IN HIS COURT OF CASH OIL
IT WRONG LIKE CHRIS GAINS IN A RAP SONG


WE'RE THE CLOWNS BEEN BOUGHT TO GLOAT ON
BURY THE TV DEEP IN THE FRONT LAWN
BYPASS WHAT'S BEEN WARPED FOR SO LONG,
SUPERHIGHWAY TOWARD THE AUTOBAHN


OVER MOTORED AND UNDERTOWED
SOLDEIR FROM NATURES AFTERGLOW
YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THIS IS THE PASSIONATE...
THE MANIC FLOW GETTING AFTER IT
SMASH IT KID LIKE I'M THE MAKER OR THE MASSOCHIST
MASTER OF THIS DELIVERY
MCMICHAEL SYMPHONY, STAGE DIVES ROUTINE
UNTIL THE GODS ARE SENT FOR ME
I USE RECHID TEXT LIKE THE MICROPHONE FEEN
ENTICE THE MONOLOUGE TO BARK AND SCREEM
CUT THRU SHARP LIKE AN EDGE OF THE GUILLOTINE
SPIT WORD DART UNTIL THE END OF THE CENTURY


v.3 (Plovo)
That's all you need to know, better switch and reload
And whoever had your back better wish that they don't
Get peppered under pressure by the messenger's flow
The text I represent is monumentally dope
Throw you all for a loop and take a crack at your troop
Had to fasten the elastic to the backs' of the youth
Now they're capital too, how did that get approved?
You're passing habits to the addicts if they're asking you to
Back to back in the groove to improve on the onslaught
You could hear a pin drop when their last track stopped
I clocked in, stopped them from talking
Locked into washing them down with the toxins
Often it's the case, earth was just my birth place
At worst case, I dominate their verse rates
I heard they were late to the date, whack in the first place
Save them some face, these main stage mistakes