The Siren of Liberty Island The Siren of Liberty Island I once was asked how to make liberty's idol last for centuries I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy She'll be standin with her back turned, burnin, smirkin towards her enemies She better be hollow from head to toe with horns beamin out respectively Just ask pretty penny about her copper torch, shorts, and bad data Must've made her mad, well, the way she turned her back away to **** her neighbor Green with envy, seen the ending with her forced force torch a saber Ashamed of sister liberty, gimmicky sourced, and faith flavored Both whores and finicky sports to play the game Left sores and razor pissins, different day, the same invader Drift away It's the way to ensure the surest source for paper Ya'll can either respect her cheddarish scepter or be a slave to Ya'll get me, God bless these snakes, bally fakes, and alley-gators Walter Raleighed hate, coca-cola bottle flavored mothers and brothers without a say to Or way to make the rent, pavement played and spent hence, cavemen make the sense And fences for cash prayers And past tense saviors The same bitch'll make you fly two planes just to awake ya Dresses like a million bucks in cash favors Makes me wanna Ralph Nader, ask Wheezy, Alpha Beta It's fast feces and mass sedaters, evil masked to master bait us into class rags And mass graves through crack crusaders Snakes with smart chips that wanna vaccinate us Make us fat and racists, mad and rapists, glad it breaks us So she cages us like larouche in the bottom of her blackest basement Makes us fags for fads to keep us in our padded places Hacks a cackled crash and asked us where our scattered faith went Trash in her left hand, rats in her right laughin how the rats altogether rappin, masses jaded Stacked like a brick shit house, the louse that hates On the shortest route to doubt for clout on an out and out to bait you Shapes youth and euthanates truth do for take two Soon as Pfizer breaks through she swoops her prey, elusive ain't who Just do it, flew into two traders, it's today's news Right behind her back, gravity's angel, with a great view See she's a true novice, (novus), ordo seclurum See a skewed vote is just more dough to secure em To a view broken and short rope to lure them To a lewd token choking fool, blue for no insurance, boat cruise ignore the current Divorce court adjourned with Gomorrah burnin Squirmin like a whore in church, service to her person, worship through her purse width Perfume fumes and vermin, loop de loop nooses drew in cursive But why's she cursin Starts with lie (li) ends in birdie (berty) fly, a little worm told me it's perverted Give me your huddled masses backs so we can crack with burden I once was asked how to make liberty's idol stand for eons She'd brandish a torch with no light on some stolen land she peed on At the base it'd be a rat race poem for her to rest her feet on The whole world stirred green with envy like that sheet she dons I once was asked how to make liberty's idol last for centuries I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy She'll be standing with her back turned, burning, smirkin towards her enemies She'd better be hollow from head to toe, with horns beamin out respectively... Qwel |
Underachiever Underachiever The space it takes to time travel ain't worth the effort Mic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network As clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfect This pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertex Serpents smell with your tongues and wait for blackouts Yo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the crack house Appachis don't stop, but the candle burns at both ends while most men just channel surf It's gonna take more then folded hands to part the skies So lets drown from the ground up Imperfection starts with I am god and god's not hard rock or worthy slaves Surfer make the paper sleep late, pray for early graves I hope we catch ebola, just what man deserves Built god with satellites, but couldn't handle earth It'll flood 'till the blood spills, but you still wouldn't believe it No control, alt, delete it I'm on my way to be it The time it takes to space travel ain't worth the distance If I could reach the remote from here then I convert the mission Worse then vision splitting headaches What man's set on looking? These books are too heavy, plus the antenna's crooked The batteries are drained, I think I'll wait it out But way the pounds of apathy, I think I hate this couch We can slouch into a fetus, all we need is television With long spoons to feed us sex and exorcism Internet access to find our souls E-mail me dogs, cynical smiles and barcodes Homes are only shelters, only shelves of a man Remote is where the heart is, the heart is gettin' bent Yo, we can start right now, here in Chi-town I'll die if you have to, you know I'm down With an automatic bag of chips, the honeybun's out What channels the revolution on? the mother****ing couch Cameras for the crips, like gifts for the thieves When he's only fifteen and got a tip from his seeds So whats kid gonna read, when clips is magazines? When god drowns we;re surrounded by fags and fiends Rapping teen actors on the magic screen Lies for halftime, why's he laughin' at me? Let the smoke flow out through his platic speech Patching dream jobs for slaves, saving half the fee Hack the feet off, at the khaki cuff Need batteries for windows, 'cause reality sucks Half to give up something right? The library's sold, meet us on the ones and twos in binary code Hypnotize my mind, is it time to explode? Is my spine a remote, or am I in control? As I portray this wisdom image actor see But why's this plastic thing, pointed back at me Pointed back at me (pointed back at me)... Qwel |
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