Story Behind the Song
The Festival came as an after thought during the writing sessions for Grynch Nite."The whole idea was to write our version of the end of the world. You know everybody was giving their ideas about the new millenium and what it all was gonna mean. So we said O.K. let's give our idea of what it all means. One day Akey came to me with this episode from the original Star Trek series when Capt. Kirk and his team were on some planet and it was all calm and peaceful,but then all of a sudden out of nowhere the clock struck 12:00 and everybody just bugged out and started running around fighting and attacking one another,and it was called The Festival. So that became our base for writing what we did. It took awhile to come together and we almost scraped it a couple of times but the concept was so deep that we didn't want to just throw it away. So we kept it and there it is."
Grynch
Lyrics
Who's the eggman?
John Lennon sittin on a cornflake in strawberry fields
waitin for the van.
But it never come,watch the piggies run,
As they hide from the soul construction of the God gun.
Sound the Festival,it's the mystical.
With that pure raw science reborn in metaphysical.
Smit,the Grynch and Chil Akey,we raise your thoughts above sea level,
So the wisdom that I kick constricts the devil.
Keep your eye on the hore,
She got you hostage of war.
She knows the motherplane is restin on the ocean floor.
Some say appocolyptic,enigma,sealed and cryptic.
But,see it coded when I kick it to confuse the wicked.
The four and twenty,
The coming of the one.
Dimensions which arrive originate beyond the sun.
The matadore will soon be killed buy the bull.
The Festival's at hand,the man has got his hands full.
Yo,it's the Grynch you mothafuckas,time to grieve,I can't believe,you stepped in my zone.
Chil Akey,he opened up the gate and set my path to roam
I put my hand upon the Mad phone.
I dial you up and enter in your cerebellum,
Tearing through your lymphatic system spittin venom til' I swell em'.
Bout your feelings for me,you think it's cause for debate?
Nah...I just reciprocate.
And then annihilate.
Before I rip your soul apart I assimulate your mind trait.
Whatcha gave I'm givin back and it's a fact,to be exact,
I'm the Black horse attack.
I'm spreadin justice with the balance in my hand,
A measure of wheat for a penny,agony for the other man.
Blood to violence and violence to blood's inherited.
The Beast disparited.
The Feast is merited...
Dos,triple zero than we out and in again.
The balance scrolled in blood and whispered out into the wind.
The armies rangeing north and south and east and west.
As Elijah breaks the seals,we,usher in the final death.
The skies are filled with baby planes,for what it's worth.
The devil plots and plans.
We detinate beneath the earth.
A pound of flesh is what's required for your sin.
The bodies of the martyers are now alive to fight again.
I'm the eggman.
I'm the walrus,from niggazz in the grave back into gods
is what they call us.
Keep your ear to the ground.
She gets what's coming around.
And if you stand in the way,she get's to drag you down.
Some say apostate HISdom.
Some call it racial Ism.
But see our Ism is protected by the God wisdom.
The coming dawn,
The great and wonderful,
The Festival;The Festival
The Festival;The Festival...
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