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 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 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 an anthem for a different mood in the perfect world i set the perfect mood in this 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 that my time will never come can t exist outside the bottle nor crack under pressure no one questions how we got here and if they 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 but 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 i 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 pre millennium 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  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 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 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 mark 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 and we re making love right now so i don t need to take her to the hotel this a love song i d pass out roses but the thorns sear my flesh i m like these aren t 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 the 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 mc s 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 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 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 i ve been so many places in my life and time yes i ve sung a lot of songs i ve made some bad rhymes5