East Coast Avengers - Clean Conscience lyrics

[Verse 1: Trademarc] I'm an ego, megalomaniac: Lex Luthor Brainiac, Gorilla Grodd in a fog, legion of doom Season of gloom, Solomon Grundy meeting King Kong Bundy Ain't a single one among me in the room Wanna' meet the bang of the boom Click of the clack just as soon luminous shadow Until the battle really rattle my world Valley girl rappers get hurled through the pavement That's how ECA make a statement Obliterate your essence and form Your presence is gone like adolescents buried in p**n Pictures worn and their sentences gone Like born identities, my enemies warned Their families mourn like Kennedys [Verse 2: Esoteric] You motherf**ers know I bust a flow in psychotropic glow I smother foes and trample em like a herd of buffalo The style you just came up with yo I structured like a month ago My hand is running all the pile driver's, Mister Wonderful I'm indestructible, the bodies hanging in my bungalow My iron claw is like the one that reccomends and tears at You're generic like the CVS brand And you wonder why people leave your show to go and see the next band We do this all independently, we got a clean conscience That's a good sign of a bad memory Law-born war babies whose well-being depends on factors Of head-strong actors and defence contractors Pay cuts, taxes, shake up axis, wake up, facts is this Channel 7 shake up my mother's nest sending her threats Dudes watch MTV, buy sh** with rubber cheques Pure girls get their allure and grace took By well-paid rebels, Myspace and Facebook Soldiers put their life on the line, we put our life in these lines Throw up the peace sign [Hook] I ain't never gonna' be what you want me to be Never gonna' see what you want me to see I'm close to the murder sprees Courtesy of neo-con burglary Cause we all wanna' be burden-free You can be what I want you to be If you can see what I want you to see And that's a 3D speeding bullet I'll pull it and put it in place so we can finally meet face-to-face [Verse 3: Esoteric] I can no longer write well, I got a tight well My penmanship is gone but the sentences are strong And you know I never write a song This be all stream of consciousness Take one and it's on Take two and three if it's wrong Possibilities are endless when you do it penless You can reinvigorate but the sickest hate holds you back Like eyelids of eyeballs watching tickertape The art of yore manipulates your ear (what) The visual manipulates your fear (no) You oughta sell another Red Sox makes you cheer (yes) So you don't have to think about the people that are stationed (where?) [Verse 4: Trademarc] I can never really go home I'm prone to fits of rage that ain't fit for a man of my age My stature is that of a man wrapped up in his mind strapped up to the nines The gates of rapture open, when I'm having trouble coping I'll capture your frame in a scope and then your silhouette goes From fluid motion to frozen, like you're posing for a centerfold But your whole centerfold's looking more Like you're dozing in and out of REM sleep That's why the feds keep me on a blacklist, the fact is I'm down for a revolution, violent Never taking captives, looking for a resolution Lower-cla** looking for a restitution No one asked where our votes went in 2000 Lost or hidden like the overcoat I keep my two pounds in I creep where you sleep, lounging collect the bounty From the crowds in the street while your body's laying at their feet And your body heat seeps from your clothing The fear and loathing of America is slowly buried with ya' With every image of ya' lying at a press conference I'll leave you lying in your best-pressed suit unconscious Finally with a clean conscience [Hook]