Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Scarecrow Speaks, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song The Taste of Rain... Why Kneel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.06.1999
Record label: Goodwithmoney
Song language: English
The Scarecrow Speaks |
Okay everyone |
put away your boyish desires |
Your buoyant sighs |
Your rolling eyes |
Your lust for roll and rock |
Your lust for getting rocks off with other follies |
All your desires for couch and TV |
Pick up a book, pick up a shovel |
Put down the gun, throw up the fist |
Throw intelligent words in this game of conversation |
Try a new arrangement |
Dollars and sensibility |
Intelligence and ability |
Eloquence and nobility |
Delicatessens |
Treat your girl like you treat your TV |
How you should use your headphones and positive role models |
Try staying home |
Stop trying to prove |
Stop trying to be, stop trying to do Just be proof, do, and exist |
Go to college |
Respect your mother |
Look out for your little sister |
Respect no one except yourself |
Treat all others how you expect in return |
Exercise intellect |
If you’re lackin pretend |
Call few people enemies and call fewer people friends |
Don’t do it for the wealth, do it all for the love |
Love everything you do, and do nothing halfheartedly |
Be what you speak |
Man, never speak on what you be Even if you’re lost, front like you got a plan |
It aint that hard, but stand if you’re ready to be a man |
I come to you |
With one heart |
Broken in two |
Lashed hands and many flaws |
a man |
In return I ask only an ego-less unbiased listen |
For, what I speak of offers freedom from mind |
Freedom from a focused impulse |
Freedom |
And not at all the spangled, yankee-doodle |
Union musket encompassed sense of liberty |
Which our forefathers in Holy-Wood have fed and sold us for scores |
I’m eluding and rightfully so to salvage clearheadedness of composed |
fated state of human being |
No grand inquisitor myself I pour forth a pensive frown upon and frustrated |
Humble however furious |
This reason for being here |
This well you’ve found is phenomen-all-o-ne |
In the immortal words of Oliver Wendell Holmes |
A mind that is stretched to a new idea |
never returns to its original dimension |
Simplistically |
Topsoil is no seashell full of bitter ocean |
Body but it can be Changing for and from triumph to mystery |
Every somehow has a place |
Where you dare not set foot and can’t see a thing |
So weave those silver threads into soul-leveled bonds |
And be unbounded no longer |
Manipulative |
Let it go Go |
Let the wandering take it all in Generate |
Make you yours |
My masters, my pupils, my equals |
Drop, decorate |
I implore you |
Just think |
Let me address you with two conflicting topics at this moment |
Two paths I’ve roamed it Intention to hit home with this discussion |
And make you pawn to strengthen your words |
Not talking racial connotation, but loosely tied with bees and birds |
Also loosely tied with opposites |
The depths of negativity in your soul |
Let it take control, and you can see deeper into the hole |
Of self-destruction its obstruction of the opposite feeling |
My fellow men and women, its love and hate with which we’re dealing |
I’ve experienced both words |
Let’s ponder my theory and thought |
On these two and the correlation that each other has brought |
I’ve sought the answer and I’ve found hate is stronger than love |
I love to hate you, I hate to love you, hate always ends up above |
It’s much easier to say you hate than to say you love a person |
But easier to say you love material and currency when it’s dispersin |
I’ve realized long ago that either word is a delicate topic so Hence the circle on my finger I.D.O. |
on that day was my flow |
And although I see many problems in my fellow man |
Hatred of others is absolutely not my master plan |
My other spiritual half has taught me much about my true feelings |
I was slipping into mental remission |
but it was brought into the healing process |
I consider myself blessed when I think |
Floating up above the majority makes others look like they sink |
Hating, you give up nothing |
Love, you give it up all |
So I smirk at all of yall |
While you await my downfall |
Condescending |
The lake dove into |
When you finally acknowledge that I’m not pretending |
Follow the language, the direction, the dialect |
The cadence, the enunciation, |
Emphasis, pretentiousness |
Assumptions makin an ass of you |
Point A in the air you share with me Point B now draw a straight line connecting us Wait, wait man who’s not paying attention? |
See, class here’s the problem |
Yall all need to stop resting and collectin dust |
My stance resembles anger but no your perception’s crooked |
Now be some good little bastards, turn your textbooks to page 7 |
Where it reads that God got drunk, drove heaven into a tree |
Now there’s no reasons left for you to continue to breathe |
Haha, just joking only trying to see who’s listenin |
Now heads up, time to test the potential of your faults |
And the results will stay confidential |
For as long as you face the front of your self esteem |
Lose focus, get broken at the seams |
Let’s open up the conversation for comments |
To complement your circumcised mind state while I ride on your anxieties |
Trying to speak to the class and justify the act |
By pointing my finger at your head and askin you what the fuck is that?! |
Thank you, thank you |