
Date of issue: 23.03.2009
Record label: Weightless
Song language: English
Diabolical Fun |
This is diabolical fun with psychological implications |
You better run or end while I raise the temperature 'til I melt the sun |
Maturity is a gift |
Of course I’m the number one imploring the masses lift their hands 'til we |
stand as one of floating relationships |
The mainstream swallowed some, the others have yet to quit |
The sand shows our time has come, what will we do with it? |
Gotta work for what you want, respect is a privilege, not a right for |
simpletons just imitating tv |
Hurt your pride attempting this, I make it look so easy |
To be a lyricist takes diligence, believe me |
The food I now harvest had to start out as seedlings |
Staying rooted’s the hardest part of being emcees |
Losing ourselves as artists happens ‘cause fame is tempting |
Just stay cautious about how you approach things |
At times I feel nauseous ‘cause this industry’s disgusting |
Never be too trusting, keep your eyes open |
Be aware of your surroundings, never lose focus |
‘cause a human being nothing is just waiting on the locus |
But a human being something eventually is noticed |
Sick of seeing all the suffering, that’s why my heart wrote this |
I’m intent on rediscovering the path to where hope is |
The revolution’s bubbling and those that don’t know it will have a hard time |
recovering when the machine is broken |
The truth has been spoken, now we gotta make it happen |
I’m done with the joking, my generation needs some action |
Enough with the party-going and obsession with fashion |
‘cause when brilliance is flowing, it’s a reflection of passion |
Pain is flowing through the veins of the masses |
‘cause the game’s ignoring the brains of the masses |
At the rate I’m going, you should have your seatbelts fastened |
Or fold the cards you’re holding when these egos start crashing |
Hope my legacy matches the rhythm of the drum |
Sparking survival tactics for followers to come |
I calculate my reactions to shape what I’ve become |
‘cause my back has taken some lashes from tryna touch the sun |
I’m tired of climbing ladders, reaching for endless rung |
There’s no need for mindless chatter, most heroes are unsung |
Of course I’m flattered but my job here is not done |
And I won’t stop attacking 'til the battle is won |
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