the sun flies through the sky leaves darkness in its wake and now i hear the hellhounds barking at the gate to be honest sometimes i don t want you to relate this ain t up for discussion it s not a topic for debate entrepeneurs they want to bottle up the hate and slap a label on the glass so hard that it ll break if you break it you buy it and we sold it by the case it s ok if you just try it you can hold it to your face how close can you get without touching it how far removed can you get from the public can you keep a secret if not can you tie a slipknot can you stand high up on this brick block listen to the clock tick tock and switch gears it s been one two three four five six years are they all dancing now are you joining the party are just celebrating life just by destroying your body it s a part of your psyche i want to sight see i don t need you as a tour guide and i don t want you to like me i was voted least likely that s it just least likely so pardon me if i seem feisty bite my tongue like a bullet take a pull from the peace pipe push past the low expectations of me each night i leave light in my wake and i moonwalk across the floor until i hear the sex kittens all purring at the door there s something outside that we all want but inside there s an ex who marks a soft spot till it rots and decays and then no one else cares it s been seven eight nine ten eleven twelve years now i sell pennies to the well wishers i fish through the coinslots i fall through a girl s bait participate in boycotts i demonstrate a demon s trade with a face void of thoughts if that don t launch a thousand ships then that s a helen of troy s loss there s nothing in this horse it s hollow it s empty its entry will not be forced like an eyesocket stripped clean of tears it s been thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen years
['abstract hip hop', 'alternative hip hop', 'conscious hip hop', 'rhode island rap', 'underground rap']