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Lyrics
SKOOCH
Yo, It’s amazing
How these “Please accept me so I can define
Myself” types employ systematic, destroy,
Destructive device movement tactics to match it --
Any whack shit; unconsciously I can map it,
Track it, due to their follow the petty pop formula
Like a moth to flame movement, nothin’ to it, non-cerebral
Flash bullshit; simplistic, but when they camouflage
With the intention of an invasion, that’s when my amazing strength
Is brought to bear; not grazing, square, landing in the face
Of the would-be invader; I’m an outsider like Nader,
Swinging swords like Vader, usin’ a pen and paper
To painfully pick and scrape your tomb -- your illusion,
Non-substantive mind-state petty attempt to belong cultural room
And in your doom find salvation
And awaken; and help to fight
Against this invasion: the underground infiltration
CHORUS
Infiltration
Infiltraitors, infiltraitors, they infiltrate
PHREE
My neurological inhabits technological
Deficiencies, especially when I see a whack emcee
Tryin’ to rip like he mastered the craft; infiltrator,
Transparent like the equator; play the game
For show like A.C. Slater; I eat you candy coated cats
Either now or later; I’m a hater when it come
To whack rhyme sayers, wanna-be players, non-
Cognitive debaters; I get biz when I mark
These cats and shoot my vapors -- they talkin’ ‘bout they cars,
Then we roll ‘em up like papers; my greatest caper
The revolution won’t be televised; we got our watches
Synchronized; wait until we see the whites of eyes
And then we blastin’, conscience reachin’ out to masses
Mission accomplishment after years of plannin’
Broke the cycle of mind programmin’, tired
Of cats who just be ramblin’; my people finally understandin’
KING THESIS
I feel the footsteps in the darkness, but I can’t see the infiltraitors
Heartless, are they? Yep, and I can smell ‘em
Senses over wisdom I can hear ‘em tellin’
Discrete secrets my deja-vu seeks ‘em out
But I doubt truth can reach ‘em; still I slide through pyramids
Where tombs reside; but not In Egypt, but through
The evil eye; not the third eye, ‘cause on that I rely
To guide me through the darkest closets where I reside
It’s known to be in my home, deep into
The zone causin’ mischief, hate; the great await known
Not by many; zoned residential if any -- it’s not
Commercial, hesitant to come against me so my roof over dwelling
Protects my canopy; yo, its tilted at the
Angle to very slippery for the rain, snow
Wind and infiltraitors who grapple up the side
To mentally rape you; wait, I think I feel ‘em comin’
Staggerin’ through their drunken state
Oh, the tangled webs we weave, when we practice to deceive
DAGGA
Let’s take a stand
Like concession against all forms of deception
Which leads to oppression and leaves a lasting impression;
Now there’s only room for correction; medication
For progression -- there’s only truth in this session
My suggestion is to gain possession of truth
For your protection, since it’s disguised as a blessin’
To threaten all sections in which the fake dominate --
They simulate, instigate, and go all out to infiltrate
Symbiotic illustrate to accommodate
King plus Skooch to put knowledge to use
We demolish your groups of flukes and rebuke
The untruth; knowledge stems from the root
It should be understood to be a real war
Infiltration
And it’s not a new war, it’s an old war
You haven’t heard some of the things that goes on
‘Cuz you always hide behind people hidin’ behind the people that’s hidin’
SKOOCH
Infiltration
The evil demonstration of the placement of complacence --
A light in the basement adding flowers and vases
Amongst dirty faces, tight spaces; don’t fit -- watch how I erase it
This thing is like a war of maintenance
Fightin’ for survival against rivals with money on their faces
It ain’t about races, east, west, clan, or click; it’s culture;
It’s wisdom; it’s how I’m livin’; and they erasin’ it; quit
Coming to me with your mainstream glitz fake scene pipe dream
Pseudo-social construct mentality, Mtv reality
I get enough of that shit in my eyes without you whack guys and your lies
Comin’ by infiltratin’ my mind like devious spies; why?
I understand that your identity is weak enough that you must act
Tough; I understand that your maturity is not enough
I understand that your vocabulary is based on marketing scheme
Big business product record company corporate material
Imagery, but keep that shit away from me
So is there anything else I can think of saying to you? I can think of saying all the bad things to you, ‘cuz you always hide behind people hidin’ behind the people that’s hidin’. And when find yourself hidin’ in a circle and everybody’s hidin’, and then you say “well, what you all hidin’ from?” – they’re hidin’ from themselves, they’re hidin’ from what they think of themselves, they’re hiding from the truth. You’re hiding from you – sneak, snake, slimy muther-fukkin’ animal, be yourself. Be yourself. Quit play-actin’ that good guy shit with me. Dig what I’m sayin’?
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