ghost in the shell. soul's supposed to rebel
so smokin some L's refocused emotions i felt on this trail
and so it goes in this realm. from the gallows niggas fell
outta the oaks and the elms copin wit hell. well
i tried to wake 'em up from the hypnosis and spells
but there were so many sleepers, coulda opened a cell
hence the allegories i tell, steep like green tea leaves.
had to acupuncture my lungs to let my chi breath.
cause dc police can illegal search and seize me
fcc tampers wit frequencies easily
chem trails inhaled from an evening breeze, b
elite scheme, someone tell me this is a dream, please.
lucid as waking life. lucifer's pagan's might
be ruthless and take a life, but they'll never take my mic.
it's forged in crystal glaze
and sounds as profound as skulls found careved inexplicably against the grain.
i wield it same as a wizards cane just to slay
the darkness. i shine the light inside the villain's cave.
sometimes i feel the way my grandfather william would feel today
if he was alive. getting high to kill the pain.
but yo i'm still awake. i see the real and fake.
my 3rd eye vision's vivid as a cityscape.
don't ask me what the whispers say, that story's for a different day
obliterating ignorance every time i kill a break.
i meditate until the ceilin shakes and flow sick
with the encephalization quotient of a dolphin
echo locatin all of the false that's in the ocean
exposin the sodium laurel sulfate in your lotion.
dark forces focused on keepin us hopless
but don't fret, get your molotavs and your torches.
the course is of course gonna be hard divorcin
yourself from the illusion, but i must stress the importance.
portions of people waking up is increasing.
the beast sees this as less sheep for the fleecing
they're weakening, believe me. despite their deceiving
we're adapting to their tactics like darwin or i-ching.
we sing freedom songs like "mutha fuck a precinct!"
marital law's upon us - we call it policing.
we give up all our freedoms and we call it freeing.
if you ask me, it's orwellian double-speaking.
he tried to warn us like i'm tryin to warn y'all
and i won't stop until their dynasty falls. my promise to all.
if the ghost inside you's tryin to break outta them walls
then you know who you might wanna call, nigga...Moon.