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Beyond sight and sound, yo, the city is electric
drink up and bite down, man, the CD is defective
Night owls brush the air 'cause the sidewalk's infected
wake up in broad nightlight, like, what's for breakfast?
Cigarettes and tap water, yeah, I'm feeling restless
40s and flying saucers stop the text message
drop top ale, pop tarts and ranch dressing
we are what we eat and we eat what we're less of
I'm an emo human without a time on my hand
you're a dude who freeloads music, DSL, broadband
and I might be goddamned or get my ass capped
but at least I got in the last rap
Yo, forget about the chorus, man it's in the verse
and I'll show you what hardcore is, my hand in your purse
You read about the stories, you played in that dirt
now tell me what you got for me, for better or for worse

Beyond sight and sound, yo, the city is electric
drink up and bite down, man, the CD is defective
Night owls brush the air 'cause the sidewalk's infected
wake up in broad nightlight, like, what's for breakfast?
Politics and apocalypse (somebody's got to address it)
[...] bread and hollow tips (hope the readers digest it)
And only if you could swallow it, contents'll leave you congested
you know what, I am what I smoke, and I smoke what I'm more of (dope shit)
and heavy doses of that puff puff, pass out
rolling magic dragon, throwing brown bags in a glass house
Don't need to throw your tags in, I don't read labels
no need to watch TV, I don't have cable
no need to watch TV, I don't like fables
no need to need no H2O when your nasals been filled with poison
I already hear voices, I'm the people's choice
for people who don't know how to make their own choices

Beyond the blind and deaf, yo, this town is kinetic
throw up and spit down, man, the CD is infested
Night prowlers [...] for more leverage
go to sleep in broad daylight, like, what's next?
It's children of the thorn, angry and aggressive
Northwest order supporters of that fresh shit
and my Sandpeoples, that's hip-hop perfected
and the whole [...] for flashing the message
for folks I just reaching, I ain't nothing to mess with
take the lint out your pocket on some SS shit (starving)
We've been fed breadcrumbs like town jesters
and they wonder why we ain't got a CD and a presskit
we don't make first impressions, there's no one to be impressed with
Closing our open mic sessions like suicide bombers with a death wish
we hold it down in your [...] city or section
regardless I hold my own, 'cause god bless the kid

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