(Dino)
Departed cortex, retina flex
Letters, words jump, off the text
Something metaphysical left residuals
Manifest sight, awake subliminal
Pantomime, to the paradigm structural
Plead my case, that it's all but functional
Unknown star-date tapes or relics
Some, symbiotic forms to decode embedded
Messages...but the sounds garbled
Evidence...of a once prideful
Rap generation had a voice on the street
It wasn't read on the net, but it was heard on a beat
d**h crept...and h*mogenized the art
And those that stayed true got left in the dark
Hip-hop...the point of no return
d**h to the many it was a slow burn
(Chorus)
From the old to the new
(Jeff)
Locked in, clocked in, full nelson, top shelf
Pulse rate accelerating, no doubt
Hit the track gunning like I roll chrome-molly
And share my experience, straight out of body
To the heart of the matter, can't part with pattern
Circling wagons like rings around Saturn
J.J. Fad, supersonic like that
With my composition always in position
And I wanna take you there, wanna make you proud
Want my mother tell her friends “yo, look at him now!”
With my dead heroes smiling down on me
Wiling out like E. Coyote, homie
Rap for days, even in Sylmar for a matinee I ascertain
Of limbs on some other sh**, out the mother ship
Taking full advantage like we're holding badges
(Chorus)
From the old to the new
To the new & beyond
Can't stop, won't quit
Keep it on & on
(Dino)
There ain't no listening too much psychobabble
To the point on which you're missing and
No one's got the time or thought to keep their dissidence
If you're not the answer you're probably a participant
Adding to the problem that's dolled up
(Jeff)
At my best, my hopes and fears manifest
I see the bigger picture beyond, the ego trip I be on
Freezing like Freon, that's me-on the sidewalk
Outside of Bananas trying to get a time slot
(Chorus)
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