The Conductor

[Intro] Yeah the legend goes that...you can see the Conductor in his boat...floating past the moon sometimes late at night. Sprinkling pieces of his soul [Verse One: Sunspot Jonz] Floating past while the moon he rows Over the dark cloud of the lonely souls Sprinkling down from his boat just a few simple notes Envision glittering from the heavens I see hope The Conductor puts his hands to the sky His score card life where the good always die Life's a symphony Routine's a melody And we play it out in ways to the measure of a beat Walking straight with every move that I make I control every move the Conductor of my fate And the love that we lost is the love that we make You're the angel of my soul in a world full of hate Hear me God Yo I want to do good But you never brought your marching band through my neighborhood Look a full moon as my boat just glides Pieces of a man in the air just flies Docking on the hills Putting the sticks up high This is only one dimension on the carnival ride Music like emotions, I believe your eyes The Conductor now sleeps as the angels cry [Hook: Sunspot Jonz] Just believe (Cry)(Cry) Any, (Cry) Any Just believe, Any (This the one, yeah) Any [Verse Two: Scarub] I'm one of those who move faster Then you think, and think faster Then you move Right past you is how I do It's slow motion like an astronaut Got a spaced out grove But the hands of Father Time maestro'ed the show Have no quarter ounce Quarterback compose And conduct like energy I'm supposed to take it higher Light your fire like thunderbolts Mozart with this art Yeah one I'm one of those Memories from way back pushing into the future I wrote this soundtrack for that trip Play emotions like piano keys My heart beats with kick Are you straight how I'm living With this God given rhythm More fucking through the system It's just the ice berg tip I got something that'll rock your ship Change your life's pit hole Like your heart beat skip I'm like the man in the moon Fall out how I keep with it The mind muscle is my instrument Got you into it And until my soundtrack ends to this music I'm going to take Conductor life movement [Hook] [Verse Three: Luckyiam.PSC] Now what we really got control of We hold love Let it fall fast out our fingers, our shoulders We're a heart's slave We got our parts played out like we wrote 'em Thought if we wrote it It would matter in the long run Run the symphony a puppets to the ocean Let us all drown My only brief sound Breathed out to each town We conduct to weed out a world we feed doubt Swallow fear in the rear of the theater No doubt I'm here it's so we're we the killers With out a care we're convinced we're the victims But it's self inflicted depictions of fiction We the instruments of fearful dismission Those controlling don't have good intentions We the instruments of fearful dismission Those controlling don't have good intentions Just believe Any, Any Just believe Any, Any