Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Encoded Flow, artist - Dabrye. Album song Two / Three, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.06.2006
Record label: Ghostly International
Song language: English
Encoded Flow |
Catch me above the abyss, let’s begin at zero |
I’m rather attracted to tracks, move to act like a black superhero |
Able, connected to the collectivist mind-streams, lines are cold, |
eyes and nose make elementary rhyme schemes from the chattel of slave owners |
Battle rap personas emerge to symbolic scourge of urban crack corners |
Through honest eyes, I commentize, commodified, who wants to rob us? |
Yo, these niggas' brains is fried |
Dissociated like Jekyll and Hide, and their lives are entertaining for the |
ethnic rewind |
World syndicated into consumer bulimic design, they only recognize the value of |
signs/Sweatshop, midriff top, seasonal fashion statements, baggy denim with the |
inside crotch that holds Glock |
(Catch a nigga, cop is hot (?), freedom of choice) |
Take a camera crew down to the ghetto and see 'em rejoice |
I’ma keep spittin' this shit until people internalize it, it’s all a matter of |
what you subjectively circumscribe |
Tinted vision through designer sunglasses you hide behind at night |
Signifier of the colonized mind |
Shit’s colder than dry ice in your science class |
Verbal temperature, shatter fake fucks like candy glass |
Out of the play on words comes the archetype tricks |
To the weight of this truth-dropper leaves a spike on the Richter |
But, me? |
I’m just another rap cat, kickin' abstract flows encoded with mad |
facts for you to grasp at |
Not for those enclosed in a Halley Moore consciousness, soon to implode on a |
financial fast-track |
A verse with the thirst to devour the other, delight at the Sun against the |
smoke of the burning Earth |
At the doors of power, yo, don’t hate the player, hate the game! |
Cuz he ain’t greedy, he’s just tryna do a service, all the same, |
that’s why he changed the name |
Now it’s ambitious to want riches, fuck the third world, yo, we’re V.I.P. |
with braindead bitches |
Here’s a lecture for your new semester: |
The Emcee, once a prophet, gradually reduced to the role of a court jester |
So, from the start to the finish, his wisdom slowly diminishes, in the eyes of |
the innocents, further will of the iron fist, tryna twist the image of the |
prophet to blemish it |
Restricting the innocents' freedom, disrupting their inner sense |
Breathe easy, y’all, it’s all analogical, peep it, or let your ignorance be an |
obstacle |
Can a rapper be socio-philosophical and still affect y’all? |
Is it possible? |