Gonzo 9000 - Anti Optical Tank Funk lyrics

And it's been 8 long years since the vast conspiriocracy Started spitting rhetoric conforming misanthropic properties Socrates himself started closing his optical Aristotles blindseye, the black ties with their pockets full I'm chock full of common sense and contemptment Contraband and konami codes and chaos theory catalogued and dissected Festering like the wound hungry, pestering like your love mummy Who's been locked down in the basement makin fat beats for no money Strung out with my tongue waggin, i'm pavlov morphine Crushing blow drums bang like i was terahn gorefiend More fiendish with lines than leonad roxstien when i drop these Ill syllabilized diatribes based on billable clock fees Stop please...i need a sec for compusure Operation rusty's blanket order bodygard resignation the game's over You think brock samson panders to the weakest link in the family (f** that) standard issue guild ryhmnes calamity verse insanity And when the sky bleeds red with your crimson deception I see the heiroglyphics written with the illest reflections When the walls drip black with your krylon conceptions I'll pull the drum track back then i'll amp the compression Don't ever question this, exodus, requiem for a dream type of recklessness I'm relentless with the methods of emily rose's exorcist If you don't know by by know i come metal mouth, trapjaw Slap happy ativan bangzilla crab claw (if i had to live on this earth without sight...)i'd paint the sickest sonic portraits i could muster off cerebral (if i had to live on this earth without sight...)i'd hear gaiea crying quietly to silence all the evil (if i had to live on this earth without sight...)i'd sniff the bullsh** from the ballot box and vote from the rooftops (if i had to live on this earth without sight...)i'd be the illest blind ba*tard Anti-optical tank funk, i'm just another tachikoma Laced with intellectual arsenal, frameskip and calm as coma Live by the pen, die by the inhaled sprayback Insane ghettoblaster box cutter tongue kangol layback B boy stance glancing let the lauging man flicker His logo on the screen obcscenely hook line and sinker Your revolutions televised under the guise of cybernetics Just don't expect me to sugarcoat it like a diabetic Just a daytripper who came to rip with the manticore mandibles Avante garde prophet prostheletized, silenced lambs, hannibal Barberra and barbaric bruce banner and ben richards Animated running man incredible loose cannon lung ripper ....suppress the ciphur slayers, sabotage sequence Influential delegations resort to turnin the cheek when A hamillton j.phantamos scenario weakens The peak of their existence while they sleep in the deep end I creep through the disillusioned organ grind frostbox Output stereo an*log chop shop Clock the fiber optic eye socket and dialate Norman bates wasted off the acid stockpiled up on his plate I guess it means now mabe i'll see things clearer Or at least i won't peep the interceptor when i grin in the mirror I was a tenage terrordome dropout prodigy Commodity profit unions authentication started to bother me I guess a part of me hungered for substance Something that was tangible, something that made sense Something that was more than just a fleeting glimpse, a blinking spirit Spiritbox idol rippin his eyeballs out so he could really hear it... (if i...)i'd be the the wax murdering blind samurai, master of lotus fist (if i...)i'd spill pica**o's out of aerosol based on basic braile and protocol (if i...)i'd have to develop my four senses in initiation of uprock (if i...)i'd be the illest blind ba*tard (nemo:who are these people? prof. genius:they are your teachers my boy Now...let the lesson begin) Lesson one its time for metaphoric backflips When jesus crashed the party with a dub sack of some whack sh** Crash this cattleprod and star destroyer for practice And you'll be fist f**ing the amerikan dream's triple x actress Lesson two grasping percussive patterns Illustrate uniquely sample and shater atoms Oracle flash, i'm lashin out with the serpent fork Pump the drum stutter shred compress the thud and increase the torque The third lesson from this arkahm escapist Only settle for the vokal cut weoponry cadence They some replacement k**ers, all just complacent filler Who wouldn't know if sh** was ill if viral strains had hit 'em The fourth and final chapter's infiltration of hive mind Barrier maze decryption diction, slipped glitch into ghost lines So when the blackouts are over and the moon turns to liquid You can break out the matrix and start spitting that sick sh** And when the sky bleeds red with your crimson deception I see the heiroglyphics written with the illest reflections When the walls drip black with your krylon conceptions I'll pull the drum track back then i'll amp the compression