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letra de glowing rectangles - solace zeta

verse 1: solace zeta

check-for-tangles, digital or physical, /
the toll on our spirits & souls, wrecked-&-mangled/
try to clear-it engulfed in cleansing, /
supposedly diminishing any pulse that’s menacing/
folks reminiscing with fake memories as we have a tendency/
to try to escape fate through visions of escapism/
signaling defeat as we retreat in force from the 4th to the 2nd dimension/
get high off that wi-fi connection & dive into hi-definition/
try to rеmedy the inadequatе & inaccurate assembly/
with 3-d glasses but see we surpass-it as the average/
brain can see plain with relevance, virtual ain’t the same, it’s artificial/
not intelligence, i reveal the real can adjust-&-adapt so we don’t just-get-scr-pped/
but what exact is that cr-p on your screen? /
are those spider-webs inside-your-heads or on these screens/
we fiend for so bad it’s sad, we scream & make a scene like a dream/
just shattered into tatters & got scattered/
so unglue you from the b00b tube, foo, & pursue/
your version-of-aptitude with determined-attitude/
before your role is controlled from every angle by glowing rectangles…

chorus/hook (sang): high key (affliction music)

[are you surprised our lives & souls are controlled from all angles? ]
[do you despise the lies & how we don’t care-if-it’s carrots dangled? ]
[it’s so shiny it blinds-me & binds-me, now remind-me ’cause i’m strangled/ ]
[where we’re going following these glowing rectangles …]

verse 2: d-stylz (affliction music)

i want //black mirrors// broken, o-leds i reproach ’em, ghost ’em, scream no more to hypnosis/
oh sh-t, i can’t smile back like goldfish, hopeless, how we lose control of our emotions/
screen lights up and the mind turns dim…manipulatin’ plans so our kind don’t win/
used to weigh grams, cutting lines all thin, so f-ck snow, the product, talkin blow, not the chick/
imma poke at your ribs..and sharp as any raz-or, you come for this side? it’s a meetin’ witcha maker/
i’m cold like glaciers, it sits on my shoulders ill hold it like atlas, i’m frozen, i’m waitin’/
to show why i’m dangerous, i’m hackin’ through code, axe throws, to devices that be stealing they souls/
don’t tell me, i know..black and white’s dope, when it comes together, weapon from a n-gga two-toned/
it’s high key the queen, d-stylz the king, zeta our neighbor, solace for the scene/
i be the sp-ce visitor, limitless when i speak,..aliens comparing my vision to human beings/
dare a wack rapper to come against what i bring, anything i deem appropriate hoping you f-ckin’ cease/
..otherwise all ties are unwound or cut.. my compound is down, for you dumb guys it’s up/
i’m the spring city don, i’mma swing at a p-wn,.. knock em off a chessboard, beauty and the brawn/
my knights and my bishops form an army way strong…might hand deliver ass kicks and splayed palms/
…we can faceoff with no nick or no john , triple x tall t like soulja boi or ray vaughn/
for dead presidents, i’m willing to go ghost, them “i told you so”’ tones as we phone home/
going off grid to the fakes and the lames and the games not played by winner makin change/
this some dolomite sh-t, i’m a pimp either way, but my lady do thangs, to make a n-gga wanna stay/
the powers that be tryna hand us a l, imma roll me a blunt and pass the f-cka myself/
did it, no secret like never mind stealth..these glowing rectangles, ain’t good for my health// like uhhhh

chorus/hook (sang): high key (affliction music)

- solace zeta

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