Paper Tigers

[Verse 1 - Dirty Dike] Jumping out of moving cars I dance lucid in a room of stars I chewed apart the nasty rumour that I'm human art And since youth I'd pass zoots and dig into the past I used to laugh but now I see the bitter truth There's something in the sentences Something like adventures of a hedonist Precious bitches getting jealous of their friends and shit It wasn't mentioned but the sentiment was definite I see the separated petals getting delicate You know I see you Your smokescreens are see-through Clean view open so there's no need to need you I speak truth and know the coke dreams precede you Throat bleeds a closed leak of flows beaming Hebrew Happiness I grab it back and habitat I smash to bits Snapping twigs to match the apathy I haven't gripped Grab and sip liquor back, an agitated pacifist Incubate a panic, flicking magic cuz the planet twists [Hook] We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies Just another what's-his-face sitting round the crib at night Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine Sipping white wine and thinking "Isn't this a wicked time?" Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside And still I'm living with it, kid goodbye [Verse 2 - Chester P] I'm walking openly wild in a field of paper tigers Reoccupying these skies I deserted earlier Rise of the ghostly riders, unhinged in my psychedelia Signs of a new Siberian (?) that'll bite inferior minds Remind me later of keeping up social etiquettes Fuck your mediums, peeving on urban tediums Sleeping is overrated, they failed on the first forget-me-nots These morbid hurdles of faith in a world of deadly plots Tomorrows yesterdays drown in a single pinch of salt Grounds of drowning rats beyond doubts with an air of rancid faults These kids are cancer, my visor is autopilot Advising these worldly famers to steer from the path of pirates I'm flying the skull and bones in a war that has never ended I'm more than a battle rapper, my ego has transcended The birth of a revolution, returning to your revolvers with fingers around the triggers of life and my whole involvement [Hook] We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies Just another what's-his-face sitting round the crib at night Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine Sipping white wine and thinking "Isn't this a wicked time?" Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside And still I'm living with it, kid goodbye [Verse 3 - Verb T] Flickering holograms, a hollow heart, hollow man Sat doing fuck all then laughing like it's gone to plan Contraband gets abused whenever we get in moods And telling every tale about it whenever we step in booths I'm sat unamused, I'm sorry, who the fuck are you? Telling me your life story, man that shit is nothing new I'm taking off flying, look mate I'm not lying I would love to listen but I've got paint to watch drying You see the hot iron brand 'em, it's remarkable We herd 'em up because I heard enough of what they churning up Just another so-and-so poncing cigarettes And feeling bitterness but forever talking 'bout us indirect Living in a twisted mess and sipping death from a cup What a cunt, you on the up? Nah, that is incorrect Drama queens, self obsessed Went mad and felt possessed to leap into the fire Now we dining on the melted flesh [Hook] We watch your simple life, complicate the shit and die Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies Just another what's-his-face sitting round the crib at night Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine Sipping white wine and thinking "Isn't this a wicked time?" Piss and cry, wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside And still I'm living with it, kid goodbye