Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evidence Of Things Not Seen , by - The Dynospectrum. Release date: 12.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evidence Of Things Not Seen , by - The Dynospectrum. Evidence Of Things Not Seen |
| Your thoughts don’t really matter |
| Cause your actions don’t follow |
| What you do don’t matter |
| Cause you don’t see tomorrow |
| I don’t know you that well |
| But I know about your rep |
| I had to leave the room cause you was too consumed with meth |
| I salted the steps |
| Now there’s no excuse for slippin' |
| Put away all the toys |
| Try to avoid trippin' |
| Your voice is different, is it really you talkin'? |
| Change the subject |
| Too often I’m kickin' dialogue with puppets |
| I simply wear a smile |
| Play the role of dum-dum |
| Mr. Nice Guy |
| Mr. Lie-'bout-where-I-come-from |
| Humble |
| The type you either love or disrespect |
| Defense mech never even perceived me as a threat |
| Guilty |
| But still I let the real me through once in a while |
| To put a smile on the face of those that feel me |
| Acknowledge this game that’s played |
| Cause if you don’t, you |
| And we’ll be quick to read your page |
| How’d you find me? |
| C’mon, you didn’t, I found you |
| Used careful, strategic position to surround you |
| I got skills, got steam, got heart, got team |
| The true advantage is the evidence of things not seen |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| Why don’t you eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| C’mon and eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me |
| We set the scene Monday, vibin' on A. D |
| Clearly I recollect data be percept |
| Mad emotion move irate |
| Irrational following |
| Customer’s violation blazed the eighth just before |
| A fatigue dungarees askin' questions |
| About size, texture, color, packin' |
| Paternal 6 inch patrol nonchalantly |
| So he think but bluntly |
| And actual frontin' |
| My personal' is try to again and raise supporters |
| In a surplus with borders |
| Mega hawk in my frame with twin mirrors |
| I can’t afford this |
| My comfortable levels have been distorted |
| My |
| , a veteran of amnesia |
| Seize the cranial region, fuck you I’m leavin' |
| The color issue |
| Overexposed plus glamorized |
| Demagnetized, to enforce the iller lies |
| Like «I'm not racist» but the actions |
| Nice, you’re Minnesota, but it’s still about skin |
| Should I (a) bomb the place, C4 from my cousin |
| The aura buzzin' |
| Or (b) terrorize the plumbin' |
| Or saturate the surface with flyers to serve justice |
| Nervous of how to hit him with truth, for street service |
| I got the SKS |
| Assault bless your chest, we’re mental |
| A future revolu' comin' out |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| Why don’t you eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| You don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see |
| C’mon and eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me |
| Patiently I’m waitin' in the brush, ready to destruct |
| A hook-nosed scoundrel, slice his throat on the down-low |
| I see the platoon steppin' through the marsh |
| Lights only supplied by the moon and the stars |
| It’s pitch dark |
| Glowin' is the red of the eyes of the antagonists |
| B52s and battleships |
| I’m makin' |
| I’m trackin' with my scanner, checkin' out my periphery |
| I hope that my commander’s somewhere lookin', detectin' me |
| Infrared scopes right next to me |
| I drop my head to my lap and start breathin' heavily |
| (Heavy breathing) |
| As the steps get closer |
| My limbs get colder |
| I start to lose my composure |
| It’s over |
| That’s what I’m feelin' |
| I’ve been defeated |
| I’m sittin' in my own feces |
| Thinkin' of defense |
| The sequence runnin' through my mind at the time of the sticky situation |
| Is I don’t want to taste gun shell and casings |
| So I’mma do what I have to do |
| I’m not a match for you |
| So I won’t try to you |
| Bag the tool, cause I don’t want to get my life trashed |
| Call me a coward, cause I’m throwin' up the white flag |
| My eyes are open, and I don’t like what I see |
| My eyes are open, and I don’t like what I see |
| My eyes are open, and I don’t like what I see |
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