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antipop consortium - dead in motion lyrics

[verse 1: beans]
the only thing i like bright beside my name in lights
is the back of my head, mr one stripe red
open my front door and watch love overrated
hate spread instead
as i witness ed and ted rob fred for bread
broker in dept so def for two cent
a dollar earned already spent, pockets rate to pay the rent
but, money comes and goes
like multiple topics and flows
pursue the paper chase to acc-mulate zeros
my best is yet to arrive
writing reflects the wisdom of vague
undefeated by the forces of life
to go back to my father died
i used to climb a tree and stare at the stars
and say that’s where i’ll be, so i stayed up late
worked hard to create whether i wrote or m-st-rbate
to be a name you equate with great
soak your cake monsoon brittle frog march fly i’m your delta
three cheers for the bloom spring pom pom phenom dyslexican
spit to flame on now is now simply imperial
destroying possibility turn your probability into actual fact
g-ssed exxon or a hiccup – i put there what you l!ck up
crunch cats like doing sit ups
your chin twig snaps over a fist – brief introduction on percussion
you dead in motion like a ski lodge – in the oven of july
right to the eye placed a sign that says, “closed for the season”

[chorus x3]
dead in motion

[verse 2: high priest]
i come to a track with more fire
(more fire, more fire!)
pat down like you’re wearing a wire inside of your hideout
takin’ it up a notch when it’s hot
and toxins start to leak out of your skin
murderous carcinogens hemorrhaging
flipping your cardiac, now get my shotty
apparel black hard bottoms
all soldiers stand at your post
when the squads rocket
or get your arms torn off
pile drive down to the floor like paul orndorff
endure for my performance
i spit lake placid, battery acid with these b-st-rds
shake plastic, ape-tastic, straight spastic
craft a master-piece with a gl-ss of
shastar after i slash rapper with a protractor
flow factor, blow back the cap of a backpacker
slash cop the album off of napster remember the tragic

[chorus x4]
dead in motion

[verse: m. sayyid]
it is what it is
ayo, yea i hear cats’ raps, but their flames don’t shoot
so i don’t even wet that like a raincoat suit
so what i’m sayin’ is this, sayyid’s on top of his sh-t
like i’m walking around with a toilet strapped to the hip
packed with a gift, december 25th when i spit
(from a haunted house in the sticks)
head glitch like fit, i itch the lips
i twitch then hit a switch
(f-ck, i find it very under the bench)
that’s what happens when you get hit with the stench
twisted up like a fence
time condense in a matter of minutes
i managed ? nightmare
making a mess put some time on your wrist
dropped a hex hopped in a stretch
that sh-t and check what’s next
next, with the ill potion
to keep cats on float, dead in motion

[chorus x4]
dead in motion

[skit]
are you tired of cl-sses that go on and on in the middle of the day, 1-800 numbers about getting your career together but you try to get your career together and gone to those cl-sses they haven’t worked and you try to just keep working and try and the same bullsh-t, looking for gigs and getting fired, the same old bullsh-t?
leave it alone, don’t f-ck with that sh-t, you don’t even f-ck with the tv the other day
stay focused and knock your sh-t out, figure exactly what you wanna do and make it happen. just [gibberish] and look at the numbers and cl-sses [gibberish] cl-sses really don’t
[gibberish]
f-ck it

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