Sole - Bottle Of Humans lyrics

(Chorus) I've been so many places In my life and time Yes, I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes Top of the world Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back Every second page is anthem Perfected writ mood In the perfect world I set the perfect mood And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love Chemical imbalance, shared paranoia My science is fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle, or crack under pressure No one questions why they've got to learn, if they don't things won't get any better Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit Walking the surface of my red carpet These are distress signals spanning you and I Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong Un by most, hated by many, adored by the rest Police in dead skin, I'm so East, well then why did I end up on the West? Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence, and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc. ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement So when the chain still smells like a million corpses and kerosene marching To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle, run up the damsels Take 'em to the river, now we can spawn This aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time, On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood To live and die a thousand times (Chorus) Ever been to Hell? This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments The infrastructure is dead Instructed look at the scene of the ma**acre askin' for forgiveness, no beggin' No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast ??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my scripts And this is Sole, and we're makin love right now, so I don't need to take her to the hotel This is a love song, I pa** out roses with the thorns in my flesh It's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal, my whole life's a freestyle set Stars are only in the sky, so nothing gets to my head The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known Music's gotten impersonal, hip-hop design has gotten vain, So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real name Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack, and hip-hop is a thoroughfare Keep your sights set What do you wanna move, rats, minds or posteriors? I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain neighbor It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in gra** skirts This is the verge, the melting point When your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore This is psychopath, this is psych rap With violins, violence My life is stranded on an island with no food and beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is left No, this is gangsta rap, my shirt's unbu*toned We're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights choppin' up keys to break the floodgates Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up Or maybe this is turntable music, scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I say Don't take anything literal, out-of-context, just take it for what it is If you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be strong Bottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song) (Chorus)