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gonzo 9000 - anti optical tank funk lyrics

and it’s been 8 long years since the vast conspiriocracy
started spitting rhetoric conforming misanthropic properties
socrates himself started closing his optical
aristotles blindseye, the black ties with their pockets full
i’m chock full of common sense and contemptment
contraband and konami codes and chaos theory catalogued and dissected
festering like the wound hungry, pestering like your love mummy
who’s been locked down in the bas-m-nt makin fat beats for no money
strung out with my tongue waggin, i’m pavlov morphine
crushing blow drums bang like i was terahn gorefiend
more fiendish with lines than leonad roxstien when i drop these
ill syllabilized diatribes based on billable clock fees
stop please…i need a sec for compusure
operation rusty’s blanket order bodygard resignation the game’s over
you think brock samson panders to the weakest link in the family
(f-ck that) standard issue guild ryhmnes calamity verse insanity

and when the sky bleeds red with your crimson deception
i see the heiroglyphics written with the illest reflections
when the walls drip black with your krylon conceptions
i’ll pull the drum track back then i’ll amp the compression

don’t ever question this, exodus, requiem for a dream type of recklessness
i’m relentless with the methods of emily rose’s exorcist
if you don’t know by by know i come metal mouth, trapjaw
slap happy ativan bangzilla crab claw

(if i had to live on this earth without sight…)i’d paint the sickest sonic portraits i could muster off cerebral
(if i had to live on this earth without sight…)i’d hear gaiea crying quietly to silence all the evil
(if i had to live on this earth without sight…)i’d sniff the bullsh-t from the ballot box and vote from the rooftops
(if i had to live on this earth without sight…)i’d be the illest blind b-st-rd

anti-optical tank funk, i’m just another tachikoma
laced with intellectual -rs-nal, frameskip and calm as coma
live by the pen, die by the inhaled sprayback
insane ghettoblaster box cutter tongue kangol layback
b boy stance glancing let the lauging man fl!cker
his logo on the screen obcscenely hook line and sinker
your revolutions televised under the guise of cybernetics
just don’t expect me to sugarcoat it like a diabetic
just a daytripper who came to rip with the manticore mandibles
avante garde prophet prostheletized, silenced lambs, hannibal
barberra and barbaric bruce banner and ben richards
animated running man incredible loose cannon lung ripper
….suppress the ciphur slayers, sabotage sequence
influential delegations resort to turnin the cheek when
a hamillton j.phantamos scenario weakens
the peak of their existence while they sleep in the deep end
i creep through the disillusioned organ grind frostbox
output stereo -n-log chop shop
clock the fiber optic eye socket and dialate
norman bates wasted off the acid stockpiled up on his plate
i guess it means now mabe i’ll see things clearer
or at least i won’t peep the interceptor when i grin in the mirror
i was a tenage terrordome dropout prodigy
commodity profit unions authentication started to bother me
i guess a part of me hungered for substance
something that was tangible, something that made sense
something that was more than just a fleeting glimpse, a blinking spirit
spiritbox idol rippin his eyeb-lls out so he could really hear it…

(if i…)i’d be the the wax murdering blind samurai, master of lotus fist
(if i…)i’d spill pic-sso’s out of aerosol based on basic braile and protocol
(if i…)i’d have to develop my four senses in initiation of uprock
(if i…)i’d be the illest blind b-st-rd

(nemo:who are these people? prof. g*nius:they are your teachers my boy
now…let the lesson begin)

lesson one its time for metaphoric backflips
when jesus crashed the party with a dub sack of some whack sh-t
crash this cattleprod and star destroyer for practice
and you’ll be fist f-cking the amerikan dream’s triple x actress
lesson two grasping percussive patterns
ill-strate uniquely sample and shater atoms
oracle flash, i’m lashin out with the serpent fork
pump the drum stutter shred compress the thud and increase the torque
the third lesson from this arkahm escapist
only settle for the vokal cut weoponry cadence
they some replacement k!llers, all just complacent filler
who wouldn’t know if sh-t was ill if viral strains had hit ’em
the fourth and final chapter’s infiltration of hive mind
barrier maze decryption diction, slipped glitch into ghost lines
so when the blackouts are over and the moon turns to liquid
you can break out the matrix and start spitting that sick sh-t

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