I bust words in the air like caps and if your head's in the clouds you might just catch a blast
Come down to Earth, they're just warnin blasts tryna startle you awake like a mornin blackbird
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Please know that what I'm spitting is a metaphor
Peaceful atom splitting, hard-hitting and upsetting more
People than it ought to, this raw juice is forced through
Avenues of communication, they be havin you
Rather screwed if you don't receive it with an attitude
Of complete possitivity and deep gratitude
If you're cross you're just not in line with my latitude
You're cross cause you're crossin the wrong damn path ya fool
Wait a minute, that was cruel
I hear ya singin, Rebel that's not cool
I guess I'm just a stupid useless little wanker tool
Look see, I do it to myself too, thank you, school!
You taught me to be so self-depricating
So frustrated, so vacant, impatient and failure-hatin
Thinkin my life is somethin to be achieved
Instead of the sweet essence of spirit I breathe
When I realized I was just me
And there was nothing more that I needed to be,
I was free, what a great big pissin relief, I guess
It doesn't matter if I'm a little un-PC
You see me, yeah the real me
Not the dream me, motherfucker you feel me
Un-PC, motherfuckers dissect me
Cause I'm SC, spiritually correct, see?
MC, she don't need no mic-check, see
See if I sweat it if my rhymes get messy
Sometimes they're just put there to test thee
Or indeed put there to bless thee
So you best accept and respect me
But if you don't, that won't affect me
No I won't feel too bereft, see the
People in my life that count never left me

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Now don't get crazy, you people amaze me
Come together for a shared cause then you hate me
Have a little daydream, then fill in the gaps
Mistranslate me through memory lapse
Then act you trackin some enemy traps
Unhappy with matters about which Emily raps
I can't read your mind like it's mentally mapped
Don't regret what happened cause I can't edit the past
Not lettin it last, your head is just trapped
In the finer points like pickin at stitches of bigger pictures in these
Tapestries that we breathe into our anatomies
Sposed to be a whole but you split it into categories
Pull apart my words of peace like you were the Pharisees and
I was Jesus, yeah you be Pilot
Trollin on that FB, verbally violent
Fine then, I still won't be silenced
Words have individual meanings
And people have individual feelings
Which can mean things can get a bit complicated
Cause people hear things and tend to relate it
To the place in time and space in which they're situated
In which case objectivity can be obliterated
And my message comes across the way they wish to take it
And if the world view you choose is infused with hatred
Then chances are you're gonna see a lot of it about
Even if you're just watchin little kids dick about
Always perceivin a deeper meanin
But it's just the complexity of your mind forms a screenin
Through which you see things, covered in demons
Covered in intentions and political leanins
When sometimes people are playin with words
Chill the fuck out man, come down to Earth