Evita Koné - Quantum Hustle lyrics

[Verse 1: Dr Koul] Listen to the parable, law of infinite variables Quantum hustles, omens for pharaohs Terrible, terminal truth, intangible Minimal formless informal critical moves! Feel where you walk, read streets and blocks Pebbles, cobblestones, more than just muscle and bones You are the spark. Miracle on which we embark Glimmer in the inner lyrical dark, spiritual or not Faith not knowledge is what keeps you up So you paid to go to college, now do you eat enough? Just slaves to the bandits of organized law History's nothing more than an organized lie Who am I? (Dr Koul) I live love! Flying to the lift-off But my wings are invisible to the naked eye Bad chronicled to be pushed to the top Good fated to be fought for, hushed, and forgot [Scratches: Dj Tiny Tim] Mathematics To the street scene Mathematics I use my intelligence! [Verse 2: Imagine] Time is the blood of the universe, running through your veins Boiling on the stove of your conscience Ticking through your brain. Pumping your heart Through dusk and dawn, night and day The present must give you what you want If only your actions abide by what you say I put the mind over the matter When the mind is shattered by the matter They teach us good manners Turn around and act like savages Respect brutally battered, causing ma**ive mental ravages Discourages employee of the month Priests raping their language, makes me wonder Where we really came from? I guess the answer Lays within the anguish. Broken dreams are what they feed But hope and peace is what we need So let's choke this grief, reunite humanity and we'll be free (That's real y'all!) [Scratches: Dj Tiny Tim] Mathematics To the street scene Mathematics I use my intelligence! [Verse 3: Evita Koné] Rats in the same race, mice in the same maze Born and raised to participate in this cheddar chase With hopes of something better than we've already acquired While striving to climb higher in this twisted social ladder Make you madder than the hatter Make your thoughts pitter-patter Make your brain turn to batter, in your sleep your teeth chatter Hustle for a day, the next day, and the day after More tears than laughter, the American dream shattered My perception of good and bad is much worse Than it had been in the past, I crossed paths with the Devil He just patted me on the back, turned, gave me a grin Showed me the appeal of a path of sin But every day we're all faced with the same old battle We gotta try to find new ways To rob the snake, rob the snake, of his rattle [Trumpet: Zacharie Ksyk]