Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Echo Chamber, artist - MC Paul BarmanDate of issue: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Echo Chamber |
| Echo chamber, let go danger |
| Steatopygia, they had no idea |
| I’m the nicest since Dionysus |
| The second well-paid, all of a sudden self-made |
| Rugged interdependence: |
| Lovers stand at the entrance, arms folded |
| Would it be blasphemy to ask you to shake that ass for me? |
| Ayurvedic medicine, |
| the flyer way to better skin |
| Five fingers divided can’t even high five |
| Five fingers together can keep them all alive |
| But Mr. Fisticuffs didn’t get dissed enough |
| We gotta listen to criticism—a slap on the wrist isn’t a bluff |
| There’s always room for humility, see |
| I got inhuman skills for you still to see |
| There’s perfect settings all around |
| Tightropes pulled together make for solid ground |
| Double up on math and gym to graduate sooner |
| I wish someone had told me that before I was a Junior |
| They should call it L’apostrophe |
| It’s the capital of apple sauce and white wine |
| I saw a light shine, it was a beacon from the Keystone Pipeline |
| So then I got lost or maybe dropped off |
| It’s all a haze in the days since it popped off |
| My soul waves from the graves of the Choctaw, they always call The old phase |
| wanna run toward baseball |
| The new brains weren’t certain yesterday is gone 'cause the time that we were |
| slaves isn’t way off |
| I won’t play golf, I won’t pray to the sky and take days off |
| I won’t wait to decide |
| I won’t sway to the side like my uncle that died of AIDS from putting needles |
| in his veins raw |
| I like to hang around people with the same flaws in a roller coaster made out |
| of chainsaws |
| Busta was right ‘cause everything remained raw |
| Hey ya, got you all in check like a small insect |
| A veteran in rhetoric can pass a strange law |
| «Declined to indict» reminds me I’m «white» |
| Euphemism infuse a schism in truth and wisdom |
| «Decline to indict,» a new euphemism taken to filthy heights |
| Come Michael play in the milky night |
| How wrong can we say stuff and still be right? |
| Like «organic evaporated cane juice» |
| Your brain boost is my main use |
| With each heartbeat repeated and fart meat excreted |
| I spark offense against the dark arts' heat, neat! |
| Hindsight’s a divine right |
| So be untrue to yourself and think your forethought through |
| Acknowledge we’re all brainwashed and you’re not you |