"Silence"  Parental Advisory genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	CD: Pure Oakland Apathy
	Lyrics appliance: technology biology in the end its all straight archaeology follow me deep inside the earth's geology probably beyond the time of sociology language religion and all of our society form three sides of a coin that is a hierarchy try to be all that you can be like g i joe seeking rainbows and a pot of gold at the end but does it end? addiction religion affliction flit across the plane in real time a drop in a bucket a vowel in a rhyme skip it fuck it i gotta get ducats pieces of eight because my man dont wait escape velocity sought me talked to me told me that space was the place that i need to be cleave to me that we two become one evolution kills! while im paying my bills and off the window sills appliance: the feral appliance maniacal science mechanic disasters from a ghetto blaster you bastards ill scan your lines like a raster then ill spit them back at ya like an ill sportscaster last to remain but the first in the game yall all know my name aint a damn thing changed i still blast brains across the plains and feed on the remains im not insane its just how i kick my game how dry am i cause i cant stand the rain how high am i from snorting that cocaine how fly am i coming down your fucking lane i see through your rhymes like a window pane im like a mogwai i cant stand the light so i creep out at night when i spread my blight (chorus) silence shatters the sound moving around breaking ground appliance: well yall couldnt take me with both arms tied and sixteen mcs standing on my ches upright i make tracks holy yall cant fold me blind you with science like thomas dolby only sick mcs need to step to these when i say these i mean nuts stees philosophies theories hypotheses i think colossally talk so much shit niggas call me colostomy possibly the illest mc to grace the earth i been here since birth my turf exists only in the mind the wargames where poetrys defined i abhor fame and capital gain i just rhyme fuck money my philosophys refined my mind on the mic and the mic on my mind shine so bright that im striking niggas blind with the sun thats the light that comes out my behind

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