Verse 1:
Let's take a rhetorical journey into the center of this collective, Insatiability drives our compulsion to be excessive// incessant dissatisfaction's explained by attachment to shallow perspectives, a defensive-protective passive-aggressive essence and a military that spreads its possessive presence// the lunar lit canvas of this picture makes it tough to see the emptiness of the steam on the surging tides of luxury// naturally this illusion is used to subdue us subtlety, witnessing the persistence of this nuance serves to fuck with me// a mystery eurocentric virtual history pervades our education with unexplained inconsistency// how can we hope to see into our present situation if our past is the result of a turbid imagination?// and facts become speculations, passing as explanations preceding gaps in our record that escape investigation// racial separation makes the ethnic identity critical, divided but its claimed our time-line isn't political// "so everybody in the club get tipsy" wile the cold blooded get rich and yall niggas pockets is(are) empty// heads who turn their backs on their brethren but pray to go to heaven, wear a diamond studded platinum plated cross in self-deception// cause they worship their possessions yo its kind of tragic, when we mistake wants for needs cause we believe we've got to have shit, all because we're conditioned to cling to primitive habits...
Chorus:
This is for all my delirious niggas, getting played by corporate egoists for serious figures...
Verse 2:
So who wants to peep the social condition? your local disposition as effected by hierarchical cultural impositions// maybe people should look at how many conscious decisions that they're responsible for in the process of daily living// don't think its a given, that reaction's autonomous and common of conformity to authority that's anonymous// in other words if you think for yourself without confusion, how without questioning the fact can you reach a conclusion on it?// you want it you got it be ready to get it this game is lose-lose nigga if you're playing to win it forget it// I aint negative the reality isn't optimistic but shit can change as long as people don't get it twisted// and as for rap, I don't know if backpackers are seeing this, but their music's wack, and the content is shallow and meaningless// with cerebrally balanced soundscapes you can't ignore the beats, when the moonlit evening of active autumn winds restore the peace, to the minds that are deep in thought and contemplation on the aesthetics of truth fuck your retarded conversations and small talk...
credits
from Rhetoric,
released October 30, 2012
Produced by: Dabrye
The entire record is flames! I chose this song because the way it build and holds steady amazes me. This guy is one of the most consistent and innovative guys out there. Check his catalogue - I recommend 'Three Piece Puzzle'. K15