Song Description

Big beat under indie style guitar structure with rapid fire rhyme vocals.

Lyrics

It was hidden in the back of the book
you had to look through to catch the clues of written relativity
come visit me at the corner of noun and verb
I'm placing these words thoroughly on the nerves see
now leaking ink from the briefings
my briefcase full of bass kicks analog guitar riffs
gets bumped in cars and over loud PA systems at various bars
mental sonar, get large
how far has it come since spinning breakbeats under dubs
and lookin' into the mix for my daily audio fix
this stimulation, the illumination of the head nod architecture
where smooths sound textures hit and stick to every measure
how clever can it get
come equipped or sit back down
there's no turning around now , there's no stopping the lound sounds
that climb down to amaze the listener
verbal conditioner
that loosens up the most sinister minds
while I contiue to find a new angle to define my lyrical dimes
I bet I get revenge for the syringe stuck in my chin
by the now burnt civillians
that spent their millions promoting the hopes of so many other weak minded hip hop antecdotes
I'll give you a quote
"if I've said it once, I've said it one motherfucking time"
there's a lot of things being said about The Thousands and that's fine
still shine, still unwind on the incline
chest expansion equals lung enhancement
taking over the planet beat by beat
steep hills of audio landfills
throw my prostate on the grill and feed a family of five
as the lord of the liquor lunch lands feet first on the verse
keep rehearsing, I'll do the dispersing of the knowledge
polished predator colliding head on with my competitors
with letter perfect beat rhyme tuniquets that stop the bleeding
the needle stabs from the weaklings
these earthlings should learn to take the turn when Plovo has adjourned
and left the courtroom, the floor booms
been steady rockin' the mic since noon, please give me room...