Bottle of Humans

(Hook) I've been so many places In my life and time Yes, I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes On top of the world Yet I ain't never left my head no turn to look back Every seventh page is anthem For a different mood In the perfect world I set the perfect mood And in thus perverted abode I claim rogue in plainclothes And sing songs of utter depression, love, chemical imbalance, sheer paranoia My science is fiction, I kick space raps for the down to Earth heads The kids that get dubs are the only ones that want to listen My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of my time, I fear my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle or crack under pressure No one questions how we got here And if we don't things never get any better Lesser demigod, foreign object, stuffed animal animating In a still life digital La Brea tar pit Walking in circles is my red carpet These are distress signals spanning you and I in verses So if anyone hears I'm the sole survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (in the belt of creativity) It's now a black dwarf snuffed by a cold world I keep warm by burning dead bodies Smell of defeat's sun never sets, it's all ours We can walk the streets until the buildings no longer remain My people are my people, karma's an ally The line's been drawn, this is my gold tank Everywhere I go don't belong Unknown by most, hated by many, adored by the rest Beliefs are dead skin I'm so east, well why did I end up on the west? Don't need to sacrifice my cadence And sentence structure design by rhymes, etc Anticon - hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind More than an egomaniacal, sarcastic label for a movement The wind of change still smells like a million corpses in kerosene Marching to burn down the walls and the village and storm the castle Round up the damsels, take 'em to the river, now we can spawn This ain't premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood To live and die a thousand times (Hook) Ever been to Hell? This is a black and white photo album, outlined in infrared The infrastructure is dead The instructors fled the scene of the massacre Asking for forgiveness no begging No leg and only body everybody's dummies in the alleyway Sole casts the rolling luck Watch my breath and outline my words in white chalk Gawking at reflections, walking in misdirections catching bad ones This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill Right now your girl is transfixed upon my scripts And this is Sole making love right now So I don't need to take her to the hotel Tis a love song, I'd pass out roses but the thorns sear my flesh I'm like there are no groupies, I'm a mammal My whole life's a freestyle set Stars only exist in the sky, so nothing gets to my head The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably be dead It's been a long time since mountains pine trees and shoveling snow Now my closest peers are the greatest talents I'll ever know Music's gotten impersonal, hip-hop persona's gotten vain So emcees I ain't feeling you if I don't know your real name Hip-hop isn't dead, the industry isn't wack, indy hip-hop is a demo fair Keep your sights set, what do you want to move, rats minds or posteriors? I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and rainmaker It's springtime, where are the centaurs and people in grass skirts? This is the verge, the melting point Where your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore The psychopath this is psyche rap With violins, violence My life stranded on an island with no food But beautiful women feeding my ego, or what little is left No, this is gangsta rap my shirt's unbuttoned Stealing moments of brilliance, even limelights Chopping up keys to break the floodgates Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up Well maybe this is turntable music Scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours What if this is honest music and I mean every other word I say Don't take anything literal or out of context Just take it for what it is If you want labels we can divide, I'll still be strong Bottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song) (Hook)