letra de empire remix (kids of the apocalypse) - ully

no mainstream,number one single, not radioactive
i’m acid
and the opposite of kendrick, i’m a m.a.a.d. kid
good city, could really spaz on all the spazzes
but i can’t afford to take sabbaticals
with flows thaaat sick
try not to crack, scratch at my neck for that fix
tyrone biggums with the mind of a math wiz
which means i’ve seen the median
i’m above average
going on tangents
expanding parabolas as a habit
like uconn, i’m getting my hoop on
trying to catch the dream
track the seams to knock the ball outta the park
and back my team
people with the direction of comp-sses to achieve serene
some have bad connections
they can’t catch the stream
meanwhile i pull numbers outta the game to maintain
in the mainframe
fixing wires to make a sane brain
but the argument is sane’s lame
and the rats would rather have an electric shock
than to stay same
people at the top with the law don’t trust the rest of us
emperors and empresses
trying to impress us
not with charm but with marks
not like grades more like dark
kept down in the dungeon parts
we finish before we start
pour our hearts into it
using spades to mine that diamond
trying to get into the club where the lion’s share is mine
but what of dying?
what’s another way to spend time with our livelinesses
buy expensive shiny things
and block the gates to our possessions?
that’s a lot to position
we’re taught not to listen
no wonder we don’t all convince each other that a lot is missin’
the peasants at the bottom
spent the whole time swapping debts
making dents in nagging totals
when the man came to collect
and inspect whether the peasant was living his or her life correct
an invasion of privacy one had come to expect
when the private ones were down on their luck and sunk
the quiet monks went to get high and drunk
to get lifted
and forget about the debt and the payments
ranting and raving over their infinite playlist
when the keeper of the cosmos
took their consciousness away
their lives were just a chain of unexplained phases
so strange is the human trying to touch free
oh why oh why do we obey when we can just be
i wanna try all of it
the dichotomous biologist, cycloptic psychologist
cognizant of the psy-ops i’m in
unwittingly building an empire to get higher
but where am i to go
when i feel the l!ck of the h-llfire
there’s no high, no low, no lost, no won
and “what have we done?”
turns into “what have we done?!?”

- ully

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