Democracy Songtext / Lyric

Can-I-Bus, wash off the rust

This is prophecy, I ain't just talking tough

Democracy Rules Everything Around Me, D.R.E.A.M

They put me in charge of the new Tiger Team

Illmatic, still savage, still at it

Mechanics build the rhymes, I build the mechanics

Binary language, trinary programming

To copy rap flows nowadays no challenge

Smoke don't rise in the opposite direction

Overhead projectors don't stop till perfection

Gallop over the poles, after the election

The master of impressions, like Zecharia Sitchin

Permission to get crunked up, ask the instructor

Big Brother, nigga lover, want lyrics this summer

We live in tumultuous times, I must be outta my mind

Recording rhymes like I'm soldering wires

Behind giant porcelain tigers with needle nose pliers

They told me I was hired, so I left with those buyers

My shit got less talk, but it's a bit lighter

Tell General Myers I'll fix both fighters

Situation or awareness in all areas

Knowledge is the disease we are all carriers

Of Flownitis, flow the nicest with no guidance

From the Hip-Hop - anti-virus

Sun rises, 30 arc seconds the sun spot crisis

Put fucking blisters on your iris

Ten observations per satellite

The higher masses orbit the rhyme, the faster I write



First let's take away the planets, erase the stars

Delete everything in the solar system and the concept of God

Now it's just us standing in the darkness

I invite you to a contest, its quiet complex

You want light? Use your conscious

You want sight? Create a content

Your diction must create friction

Sparking thoughts as they listen

To enlighten someone confused

Watch it burn down to where the thoughts stems from

It's like a pen when it goes into a gun

From within, explode, then it's done

It lights like the glow of the sun

Imploding the black dot

Then explode or blow to a hole to a black spot

This friction cause a resistance

Which is the cause of all existence

These laws are Scientifics, so pay attention

The method I use, connected by tubes, digest it like food

I complexed it for fools, they can't keep the message or jewels

I left it for you, place the record on spools

Now the speed is 33 seconds per move

And rotation, that's the globe creation

Light up the whole nation as motivation

The sky had streaks of white fire

The angry cloud noise, entices the writer

Mystique alphabet, brightens his eyes up

The syllables connect, his eyes become fire

Like the Messiah, he begins to talk in a rhythm like tension

Grabbing the mic from outta the dimension

He begins spitting, split atoms

The rhythm had 'em in a trance

The rhythm enhance, his sentence advance

Till he begins to look like a lamp

His head grew incredible, impregnable

Impossible, what letters could do

It put me in a pedestal, Priest of Nazareth

I came back like Lazareth

Spread havoc with the magic gift