JubElectron - Automated May Tricks (Matrix) lyrics

[Verse: JubElectron] Automated may-tricks (matrix) I cannot hate this Face it they're basic God and I made this Not made from spaces Made from the apeses So its not make-shift That life force is sacred Astrally awakened They're racin I'm pacin I'm holdin the map to the maze they're encaged in Maze is like life all those choices you're makin Five twenty eight I tune into my station and Ohhhmmmm/I'm....... just meditatin This rhyme that I write is like my levitation Walking through walls even strong as the banks is If life is a b**h then I'm doin the spankin Anger can make all your friends seem so faceless Take the sweetness from the juices your tasting Don't understand all the choices I'm makin But thats cool with me cause its God that had placed him Or was it Satan That is the lie that I been contemplatin I ask for answers but God keeps me waitin Tells me to flow just to go with the changes How can I deny the signs that were fated How can i stop that I never could say sh** Always debatin Whether or not all this weed should be blazin This is the throne I worked hard to obtain-b*tch You can`t even say sh** You will get slain b**h I`m Ill as HIV when the government first made it Spittin verbal science that I learned from the ancients I`m fresh they`re ancient I land and they ate sh** Monkey see monkey do emcee mental cases Caused by the words that they been perpetratin Lost on the grind when I found some inspiration Too many times I seen minds so vacant Mental vocation is my mental displacement Spittin rhymes so phat my own back is breakin I`m just a rapper in the moment when the break hits Heavy mind now floatin always wanted it anchored in Way too true for me to ever be fakin this Choppin up the copper turn the piggy into bacon bits In the fountain I be tastin this Refreshment of perspective lacking all neglection Thousands of gold souls all got mentioned Dear God Dear God where am I lyin Feel like the only Neo left in this Zion All this matters mine and the matter`s meant to be-me Living in a lie that`s why you caught up in the 3-D Four-D Can`t afford me and can`t stop me Not where the cohort is I`m chillin where God be Never got time for my ma or my papi Can`t be tied down they dont understand the prophecy Smokin emcees I be where the marijuana be Illest mind I write more metaphors than an odessy ....And you can`t be locking me Except up in love cause that flame`s where my heart-has-been If you dont got that flame then your just not-as-G .......So you just can't be lock-in me ...All you emcees are as whack-as-Steve