FORCES!!!
Try to drive me to the brink
Dont tell me what to do who to screw what to think
Media controls but I go my own way
Mechanical and cold and no it ain't ok
Life is no Circus Soley
What is the purpose if you livin it only
For capital gain inane satisfaction
The magical lane where you gain some traction
You like to refrain from knowing the facts, man
Live in a fantasy, you lack direction
Just a puppet with a disposible budget
Who's style is shaped by what's hot in public
Ya tastes came straight out the magazine
And the ads that you see on the TV screen
It's like big brother and you so submissive
Lookin for somebody else to make your decisions
You drop the true you just to conform
Me I prefer to stray against the norm
I'm reppin the real every time I perform
Killa beez i'm the swarm in the eye of the storm.
This is ya one and only
Chance at this life, so get past the goalie
He's standin right there, so you gotta outsmart him
Fake a move then take him to school, kindergarden
Look at this shit we startin
Mechanical music is calculated garbage
But too much of the time the shit gets pardoned
While nobody bumpin the hardest artist
I gotta be the one to give em a voice
Abortin' wack rap so call me pro-choice
Don't believe in a god but theres something beyond
The heart and the mind and their unbreakable bond
Be humble in ya search, look past the superficial
These lyrical missles have my initials
Here's the audio you can envision the visuals
You can dig it if you with it or a little bit cynical
Sometimes I feel so lonely
I feel like i'm drifting and moving too slowly
My head's detached, it's like a disconnect
So I get on the mic and give all I got left
I'm out of the loop and in my own zone
Rappers these days are just corporate clones
External forces they will not shape me
Mass media could never mold and create me
Society always attempts to dictate me
Detractors, they always look to deflate me
Only Logic and The Proof educate me
Science, beauty and truth animates me
I stand out like the man in the star
And get back on track like i'm handling the car
I admit that all this shit is kinda bizarre
So i'ma flip the script never come sub par
credits
from Acid Reflux,
released September 22, 2012
Produced by Thousand Pound Sumo
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016