Kount Fif - Democracy lyrics

[Canibus] Can-I-Bus, wash off the rust This is prophecy, I ain't just talking tough Democracy Rules Everything Around Me, D.R.E.A.M They put me in charge of the new Tiger Team Illmatic, still savage, still at it Mechanics build the rhymes, I build the mechanics Binary language, trinary programming To copy rap flows nowadays no challenge Smoke don't rise in the opposite direction Overhead projectors don't stop till perfection Gallop over the poles, after the election The master of impressions, like Zecharia Sitchin Permission to get crunked up, ask the instructor Big Brother, n***a lover, want lyrics this summer We live in tumultuous times, I must be outta my mind Recording rhymes like I'm soldering wires Behind giant porcelain tigers with needle nose pliers They told me I was hired, so I left with those buyers My sh** got less talk, but it's a bit lighter Tell General Myers I'll fix both fighters Situation or awareness in all areas Knowledge is the disease we are all carriers Of Flownitis, flow the nicest with no guidance From the Hip-Hop - anti-virus Sun rises, 30 arc seconds the sun spot crisis Put f**ing blisters on your iris Ten observations per satellite The higher ma**es orbit the rhyme, the faster I write [k**ah Priest] First let's take away the planets, erase the stars Delete everything in the solar system and the concept of God Now it's just us standing in the darkness I invite you to a contest, its quiet complex You want light? Use your conscious You want sight? Create a content Your diction must create friction Sparking thoughts as they listen To enlighten someone confused Watch it burn down to where the thoughts stems from It's like a pen when it goes into a gun From within, explode, then it's done It lights like the glow of the sun Imploding the black dot Then explode or blow to a hole to a black spot This friction cause a resistance Which is the cause of all existence These laws are Scientifics, so pay attention The method I use, connected by tubes, digest it like food I complexed it for fools, they can't keep the message or j**els I left it for you, place the record on spools Now the speed is 33 seconds per move And rotation, that's the globe creation Light up the whole nation as motivation The sky had streaks of white fire The angry cloud noise, entices the writer Mystique alphabet, brightens his eyes up The syllables connect, his eyes become fire Like the Messiah, he begins to talk in a rhythm like tension Grabbing the mic from outta the dimension He begins spitting, split atoms The rhythm had 'em in a trance The rhythm enhance, his sentence advance Till he begins to look like a lamp His head grew incredible, impregnable Impossible, what letters could do It put me in a pedestal, Priest of Nazareth I came back like Lazareth Spread havoc with the magic gift