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
wrong
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