the media and all their bullshit
Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:51 am
I can draw a motherfucking ocean on their filthy tongue
slap it and it’ll still cause a tsunami
because that’s the amount of crap that they spin; theyre playing origami
Theyre folding and shape shifting my lyrical papers; they’ve earned their honorary degree
on bullshitting. It’s gotten to an extent where they’re celebrating a golden jubilee
whoopde-fucking-doo, lets spray the streamers and scream out aloud; things are never straight, always a Twistie.
No matter what YOU publish they buy it. Put it out false leads that Rudd’s behind enemy lines
no not infiltrating but fucking collaborating; he’s now a political detainee
It’s embossed on their repertoire, it’s that disfiguring ability to rebuttal with repartee
Now they don’t wear two faces, they’ve got a wardrobe full of them
Depending on the weather or who they’re fucking, they’ll just change their face
They think they’re above everyone else, they can say what they want like the bearer of a mace
The theatre of bullshit is created by them;
theyre all about the Avant-Garde to dismember my motherfucking raps
No I won’t put the ring, or the pinkie, or the index or the thumb
It’s the finger you raise when you stargaze and you’re not unfazed by all the bullshit up there bum
They don’t know what privacy is
They always gotta know what’s going on behind closed doors
These doors maybe looked and foolproof; but they’ve got that master key and all laws
that are put into motherfucking place are cracked
But the problem lies that the law is not broken it’s only splintered and backed
by the rest of society, because they’re seeing through bullshit tinted lens
made by the crème de la crème of bullshitters; they’re trying bleed the ink dry of my lyrical pens
and now what the fuck am I left with?
I’ve still got everything going on for me but whatever I say it all gets turned into myth
they should read up on Roland Barthes Mythologies and get some info
They’re so influential that they’ll turn an asexual priest into a motherfucking nympho
And I’m being serious, if there was a religion
on lying they’d have the most followers and they’ll fly away like message pigeons
and spread the good news worldwide that my raps are inciting hatred and women bashing
Australia says no
But stop being so motherfucking narrow minded and widen your import base
It’s not economic, I’m talking about the crap that you listen to, stop listening
to all the bullshit because sooner rather than later karma’s gonna get them
the gavel will hit the coaster and make the judgment in rem
and lock me away, this shit is guilty until proven more guilty
now your covering the shit up it’s of the finest quality
They’re the eclipse of the sun; a fragment of hell
I hope you know your distortions have pummeled me to my motherfucking death knell
slap it and it’ll still cause a tsunami
because that’s the amount of crap that they spin; theyre playing origami
Theyre folding and shape shifting my lyrical papers; they’ve earned their honorary degree
on bullshitting. It’s gotten to an extent where they’re celebrating a golden jubilee
whoopde-fucking-doo, lets spray the streamers and scream out aloud; things are never straight, always a Twistie.
No matter what YOU publish they buy it. Put it out false leads that Rudd’s behind enemy lines
no not infiltrating but fucking collaborating; he’s now a political detainee
It’s embossed on their repertoire, it’s that disfiguring ability to rebuttal with repartee
Now they don’t wear two faces, they’ve got a wardrobe full of them
Depending on the weather or who they’re fucking, they’ll just change their face
They think they’re above everyone else, they can say what they want like the bearer of a mace
The theatre of bullshit is created by them;
theyre all about the Avant-Garde to dismember my motherfucking raps
No I won’t put the ring, or the pinkie, or the index or the thumb
It’s the finger you raise when you stargaze and you’re not unfazed by all the bullshit up there bum
They don’t know what privacy is
They always gotta know what’s going on behind closed doors
These doors maybe looked and foolproof; but they’ve got that master key and all laws
that are put into motherfucking place are cracked
But the problem lies that the law is not broken it’s only splintered and backed
by the rest of society, because they’re seeing through bullshit tinted lens
made by the crème de la crème of bullshitters; they’re trying bleed the ink dry of my lyrical pens
and now what the fuck am I left with?
I’ve still got everything going on for me but whatever I say it all gets turned into myth
they should read up on Roland Barthes Mythologies and get some info
They’re so influential that they’ll turn an asexual priest into a motherfucking nympho
And I’m being serious, if there was a religion
on lying they’d have the most followers and they’ll fly away like message pigeons
and spread the good news worldwide that my raps are inciting hatred and women bashing
Australia says no
But stop being so motherfucking narrow minded and widen your import base
It’s not economic, I’m talking about the crap that you listen to, stop listening
to all the bullshit because sooner rather than later karma’s gonna get them
the gavel will hit the coaster and make the judgment in rem
and lock me away, this shit is guilty until proven more guilty
now your covering the shit up it’s of the finest quality
They’re the eclipse of the sun; a fragment of hell
I hope you know your distortions have pummeled me to my motherfucking death knell