CODE POETS (OFF TOPIC & PHASE FATE)

CODE POETS (OFF TOPIC & PHASE FATE) - Control Myself lyrics

[Off Topic:]

Very slick mass-produced conversion thinkers

Turn young fresh faces to binge drinkers

While brick buildings linger

Listen close and I could be your favorite pop singer

Change the whole landscape

Create hip-hop dead ringers

Wanna shoot lots of people but I can't

Got a gun in both hands

Well, maybe I can

If I duck the black and white, blue, red light sedan

And watch bodies sink into the Jersey marshlands

Wanna punch, wanna fight, but I won't

I can barely pay car insurance in the Garden State

Or my cell phone

A rap sheet with a pink slip is an outfit that I don't wanna rock

To the unemployment office or the pawn shop

I tried that

Squirrel guns and bears traps

Such is life for blue-collar white lower-middle-class

In a pop culture that sees more dollars than mom's culture

How can I walk taller like that movie says I oughta?

Paint billboards with blood on middle finger from slit wrist

With nine-digit back-up

So code-crack this

Walked eight green miles to The Emerald City

'Cause a yellow brick gold road won't tempt me

I'm not trendy

[Phase Fate:]

I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell

And I'm finding it harder and harder to control myself

I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell

And I'm finding it harder and harder to control myself

I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell

And I'm finding it harder and harder to control myself

I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell

And I'm having a hard time

[Off Topic:]

Look at the ballerina jumping hoops through her halo

They say she's a real nice girl, but what do they know?

See the ballerina jumping hoops through her halo

She's tired but she keeps on going 'cause they say so

Dance with the devil in pale moonlight sentences

Never die, regenerate fresh appendages

Who am I?

That's Off Topic

Yeah, remember it

One child left behind

Rewind the messages

[Off Topic:]

This is a real mindfucker for the grown men

Who rap about nothing hoping the kids will be like them

This is a real mindfucker for the soccer moms

Who think they know best because their kids were taught to sing along

This is a real mindfucker for the college kids

Who memorized a bunch of quotes and passed it off as knowledge

This is a real mindfucker for the old heads

Who talk in absolutes because they know they're gonna be dead

This is a real mindfucker for the civilized pacifist

Who never lets his anger manifest

This is a real mindfucker for the rebel youth

Whose hearing is fine-tuned to listen for vocal booths

This is a real mindfucker for the bible belt

Don't be surprised when they use that shit to hang themselves

This is a real mindfucker for the DJ

Who puts my record on and has to let the whole thing play

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