Belly of the Sphinx

[Verse 1] A couple men walk on a path to destruction. They're only serving a function Set by the government above them: suffering and hustling, baited along by consumption You think you can eat with your liquid? That's like trynna earn love from a mistress Feeding yourself is the motive but your feeding yourself to the belly of the sphinxes Illusion surrounds the economy. No democracy 'cos the state's a monopoly But where do the theories end? Paranoid thoughts mean I need a lobotomy I'm trynna touch conscious _but I'm scared of the monsters Everything I know could be nonsense! I'm hearing them tell me it's obvious Making me sick to the rear of my tonsils; Wake up (!) ...and I'm sweating, tears in a stream on my cheeks, I'm a state cuz! So I'm always awake now Out in the city past the hours of the morning when the train runs Bags of the sensi, fuck a state census, smoke 'till my eyes look offensive Reading books by philosopher's apprentice, build up plans while I'm currently inventive What's the incentive? The republic is feasible, try to be reasonable Gucci surrounding your waist like a visa to luxury life, so they flock like the sheep to it Money then women then power? The worlds never been that basic Knowledge is key. Open the door and escape from the Matrix [Interlude: The Matrix sample] "Do not try and bend the spoon That is impossible Only try to realise the truth: There is no spoon" "There is no spoon?" "Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself" [Verse 2] As I walk on a path to ascension, I'm a product of my environments My perspective could mar my attention but I'm closer than most to enlightenment Concepts used to be wired to my mind frame, but I've ripped out most of the plugs I was blissfully ignorant about Zion; thought I was doomed to be posted a thug! Now I've got the world at the base of my palm I've been scheming The poor fire shells like it's Mario Kart I've been feeding We live in line with the pigs like it's animal farm I've been reading When I'm smoked I could take off a cannibal's arm: I've been feasting! My knowledge is minimal As I'm hitting the spiritual I see that nothing's dismissible Close to the pinnacle I see that physical power alone is just pitiful A weak man armed with control of his senses can control his events; If faced with a foe who's only control is the strength in his arms Then the sense will protect him I analyse pain then I gravitise gain, start on the route to longevity Life on the paradise plain isn't advertised, you need faith in the final prosperity Currency's king; but monarchy's superficial Knowledge is power; and no-one's called for dismissal [Interlude 2: The Matrix sample] "As you well know, appearances can be deceiving Which brings me back to the reason why we are here We're not hear because were free We're here because we are not free