L-Universe - Lose my Religion (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] Talk is cheap, that's why I be delving Below Kelvin 273, I'm helping myself to Everything nutritious to my mind, soul, and body I be skeptical of them camaraderies Watching over me Big Brother, clockwork orange Feeding me knowledge, less of me and more of institutional garbage The wattage, excitement level close to zero, and that's being modest From being the broadest, to being the most an*l Balancing extremities so they know, let 'em know what time it is like Seiko I don't submit to anybody's way but God's, I day-glow When I stay close to supernatural to make sure It's not emotional Oh praise the Lord! with no devotional walk On a narrow asphalt path pilgrimage to the righteous one (I'm losing it, I'm losing it) [Hook] Gotta lose my religion, gotta lose my religion just to see the light Gotta lose my religion, gotta lose my religion just to see what's right [Verse 2] It's a human tendency to want to blend in with The rest of them crowds in length and width Punctuating every sentences with a curse Exaggerating use of "y'nah mean?" and "word up!" per every verse No sense of giving birth to pioneering concepts, forever talking about Guns and ammo's bomb threats banks and hoes Every relative's a convict, Lochness! I'm a monster type of nonsense Too many wannabe's who can't be, and shouldn't be Who fabricate reality, be all you can be! ~~ and not somebody else I pronounce the cult of Hip Hop that give props To only underground emcees, whether they dope or heinous I say this, only to unlock the matrix Of stereotypes and prejudice you respond to stimulus, you figure this? [Hook] [Verse 3] How many fallin' prey to institutional Dry, but accepted-by-society, goody-two-shoe, provisional Religion, far from reality and inchin' Closer and closer to business (what is this?) Cloning is the forte, wider to doorway to Gehenna Every being born a sinner Becoming mad religious for what? religion's sake? Not for God? anticipate disaster Who's your master? money, fame, or power? Flatter me, you're Cleopatra, no gracious, de nada Religiously we go to church, religiously we go to work Shop and splurge, curse, and do other worse things Fake bustas talkin' about, trust us! But I see you're just unnecessarily illustrious Although my faith is like a mustard-seed I be restless until I see justice Does this stark reality have to remain? Or is it just that the gra** seems greener on the side of being mundane? Take a step back, observe the bigger picture And gain wisdom: you've been a spiritual fixture! [Hook]