What is wrong on the tracks is that so much slack
is being pushed to the max while talent gets sacked
retractable claws slash then mash crap into the wound
the empty vision {MTV) sound tube is proof of this poop
it’s soupy sounds are loops of last years pop it doesn’t stop the youth are sharecroppers and the industry coppers are really robbers the real musicians paupers it’s pompous to say the least but their rumpness can’t stump us our rumpus will bump this logic into the land of nostalgic our own frantic antics will create a friction our jurisdiction will begin a mission
mackin and slackin hijackin the zone relax we got tracks of our own so hop on


If you can’t stop it, get on the train
Word is dead it’s been born too many times
sucka’s hit the charts with the same beats,
the same rhymes, the same soul
cold, old, and mold-growing what you’re
showing is you’re knowing nothing
You’re bluffing
huffing puffin’ on your prop crack, endo,
smack and crystal,
new methods need to be shown or your scene will
be overblown to smithereens a scene for us to
ween with pristine yellow and green, and blue
and red, well…
You get the picture: we’re conductors.


Well like the Beatles say "love is all you need"
and I proceed to seed the love disease through
territories…technologies and brain-freeze I’m
all set with these thank you please gimmee some
more of the shaky knees I do believe the negative
vibes to be a phase a maze of sorts we amaze of
course ‘cause energy and positivity provided the exit
to be legit we need to light the neon in the sign
and then we takes it…


Ticket’s free if you open your mind, so sit back and enjoy the ride (all night)


Lyrics submitted by ate_16am

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