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experimental railroad

Has anybody seen my old friend Abraham?
His many sons bought guns from the Republicans. 
They took down Bill Gates and Millhouse Nixon, 
But now the few and the proud are in quicksand.
Treasury printing more Benjamins so we can afford
To secure the resources and reinforce the warlords, 
Is freedom worth diamonds, oil, gold, a vendetta
Coal, cheap labor? Civil war is whatever.
When China attacks with packs of snacks on the racks
Or stacks of greenbacks how will you strike back, 
Wail on your ax? That's right. Don't call me a prophet
But I know how to shred if I can plug in a socket.

Get on board.
We're gonna take you to the psycho ward
On the experimental railroad. 

My hypothesis is that I exist, let's test this. 
Raise your fist if you experience consciousness.
Now let me hear you say cogitamus ergo sumus
Or if you're not down with that say hell yes.
So thinking is being and knowing is seeing
Or hearing or smelling or tasting or feeling
Or otherwise dealing with external stimuli
Wonder why I'm alive. Hey you up in the sky,
I'm guessing if I can hear myself when I speak
So can that person looking back at me and listening
Which means I need a system of epistemology
To know what to call my LP, you follow me?

Get on board.
We're gonna take you to the psycho ward
On the experimental railroad.

So get this, my new hypothesis for all of you true heads
Who stuck it out throughout me spouting stuff Descartes said:
This is it, your one and only shot that you get
Whether you do or you don't is up to you, ready set.
The oracle foretold a cybernetic apocalypse,
A silicon Genghis Khan industrial complex,
And yet she keeps buying gas, don't know what she expects
Except more terrorist attacks and bigger defense budgets.
If reality is something you shape with the choices you make,
Sort your shit out and roll, how long is this gonna take?
Electric skateboard out of stuff from the junkyard,
Or endless resource wars, the choice is yours Kierkegaard. 

too much that way

hey i got a question 
for you in this message
can we get back together 
maybe sometime whenever
you are done being mad at me 
for my poor decision well 
it wasn't the tragedy 
you made it out to be
i know you're hoping 
that i'll burn in hell
maybe i will but at least 
we'll have adjacent cells
and the devil can tell you 
i'll sell you my soul
at a discount price 
because it's old and moldy

and if you need some time to figure this out
i know i could preach to you up and down
about how good things are but it's too much that way

just this thing 
i got on my mind
it's not who you love 
it's just who you can find
somehow sometimes 
the one who's blind
finds more truth than 
you do in what we rhyme
but this time i won't be 
no blind guy led to deceit 
in my misery because my religion 
and creed states quite simply
to be free just take it easy

i dare you

if you think that the creak
outside your window isn't me
then please go to sleep
i'll be in in a minute
even if it's just a dream
well it seems so real you can feel it
don't you feel it baby
don't scream
i didn't mean for you to feel a single thing.

i know what you did
where do we begin
i could be your friend
like we're kids again
but when you lie
it's with such style
i listen again
yeah but it's just the wind

if you think you know me
well I act so normal so naturally
but deep underneath
you can't see what's really bothering me
and I could ask God why he ain't in my life
but then I'd be lying cuz I pray all the time
please hold me up cuz I ain't that strong
and I been working but forever is taking too long

i know what you did
where do we begin
i could be your friend
like we're kids again
and when you lie
it's with such style
i listen again

if you think you can bring
me to my knees please
you've got to be kidding
i can see between the seams
as you lift up the screen
i got laser beam vision
and I got no doubt
you been found out
but it don't matter
i'm as insane as a hatter
and I'll get you back
not a threat that's a fact
but don't feel flattered
cuz it's just the way I act




down on me and down on you
makes me feel like I'm no use
that's why I try to sing the blues
but it always comes out wrong
i hate the way that every day
feels like being let down
and I'm not trying to be profound
just always comes out wrong

you know you're right
i'm too polite
to say I'm tired of being wrong
i've got no fight in me tonight
but I'm sick and tired of being wrong
and if you push me
one more time
you're gonna find out about being wrong

if you don't love me you don't love me
guess I'm being used
but you could hassle any @$$hole
why am I the one you choose
it breaks me down
it makes no sense
and I'm not trying to build suspense
just trying to get my two cents in
but it always comes out wrong

bassment door

rhymes coming at you 
like theives at jewels
rolling MCs like joints 
in microphone duels 
with the reggae style 
this is no sample original
coming at you straight on 
the bass drums and guitar
we got chased by the police 
for smoking a draw on the banks 
of the river by the shipping yard
somebody saw had to run on 
cobblestones from the heat 
to the street where all the speakeasy be 

when the lights on 
you go to the basement door
and you knock three times and 
when they ask just say who you are
and when the light's off just keep walking

my other be complaining 
i don't make no sense
i got names on a list 
with current residence
are you on this list 
i keep you in suspense
and if you were would 
i be killing you or 
sending you correspondence 
in my brain i swear i'm insane 
from all my time in rock and roll bands 
but today i'm glad to say 
i got away downtown to the speakeasy

i admit i drive drunk 
but i prefer being high
everything is surreal 
and electrified and if 
you got a decent system 
you can rock for a mile
turn the bass up on this one 
feel the rebel style
three camaros in a chase 
with an ounce in my crotch
got in the cops car and 
played dead like a bi-otch
got out with a citation 
for a broken turn signal
if you don't believe me 
ask my lawyer mike dill