Antimc - The Earl Of Nine Teas Walks With Kaleidescope Through The Streets Of Yesteryear lyrics

Pyramids surround us With the hell is down below us While the heaven's up above us You don't have to love us Ancient wisdom brothers lurk in hidden b-boy coffee shops Poets in the city streets transport to distant mountain tops Smoking gra** in a conch shell Powered by a Duracell And a rainstorm Same form Same format Hardcore Barcode Timecode Blinfold Keyless entry New century Motion sensor Enter ocean Under mountain Caution tape Often fate is love and hate Blinded by the a**ignmnet In need of realignment For this designment Confinement to a chamber With amber embers Remember Remembrance Descend into the center sense Hand held blindfold Pan fried man died The cooks must prevail Beside that brook the snails are quick to judge the insects MCs of all their energies have lost at least the chin checks Poems pinned to the cheeks of non-believers High acheivers High and eager Say high to neither Provide maneuvers Of warful soother In a course of cover Amidst a force of brothers And sisters Whispers and silence Violence Defiance Compliance With new standards Use of a thoughtful gander And a plot meander I'm stylin' Use to live on an island Silent the violent With strategical arsenal Mellow all-terrain vehicle Altering brains Original fifty-percent indigenous universoul Cleaning the yellow offa yo' teeth Loco lumberjacks With diamond rings On diamond-backs vocally flossing Leaping into the speaker rapidamente Radioinactive place of occupation Happens to be the tempo Over the instrumental My mental is an automatic Subtracting the half original shady bros Claiming to have been around Putting the secular pride of the underground Into the wanna be tunnel bound bullet And pulling it into the chamber Taking off on a mental plane Careful not to be breaking your delicate listening wings When the unoriginal simpletons putting it under their cap Into the top of their unintelligent skeleton hanger Where they're keeping their anger Under their fits and the grits and the hominy Recommending the trendy g's mommy Don't want me to wear the Tommy Hillside Strangler Letting immature bygones be bygones Getting sweated by the microphone Al Capone chromosome jeans by Wrangler With the intonation of a fallen tree Is a felony Superficial dud of a SCUD missle From the former location of Tel Aviv It's the same limited primitive Belligerent pilgrim should have been Popping the pill women and their ignorant men And their children Everybody's building steady headed bodies Out of body building weight belts Succeeding Arnold Schwarzenegger Shorten a n***a's life Leaving your wife in Boston Without a decent supply of oxygen Washington DC to the LBC watching what's not the irrelevant Stopping you And your illiterate just for the hell of it crew From changing the channel And swapping roles with Bill Bellamy Peeping the sh**ty city pretty tittie game And keeping it real Is what he's telling the refugee Poets and Serbs The birds and the bees Athletic conservative alternative hippies and the nerds and the gs I'd rather be a futuristical rapper Sleeping on a bed of nails It's cheaper To be a hella stoned mammal With my table on the telephone Sitting next to the microphone saddle Without the use or the abuse of Marlboro light But I'ma use your ears as an ashtray ‘Til the last day Of a man with an accent Marking you absent On the complementary aspirin In liquor store attendance