Guilty Pleasure
I am not a man immortal I'm from outer space
I have come to shape the fabric of the human state
Irate I state the nomenclature
Was it nurture, was it nature
Only God can know but I can still discern my fate
I'm ready, player one, I'm pimped out strapped up son
Take the world by storm with two fists and a laser gun
Look into my eyes and you will see cold metal
Look into my soul and you will see old riddles (enigma)
What's my life worth? Am I man or machine?
If I was wrought from iron can I still have dreams?
If I haven't been born, am I a living being?
What can be considered truth when nothing's as it seems?
These thoughts are buzzin' round my head like bees at light speed
I need some answers to these questions dirt cheap like dirty deeds
Read between the lines guess verses why I don't stop to disagree
I'm cut from finer cloth a silky swath call me a purer breed
REAΣON
Brainspace invaders
Stay away from all the haters
Reconfiguring the status of the society that made us
And as the words seep in and your men-mentality changes
Know that Something is the one that has completely overtaken your -x2
Brainspace (sound the alarm!)
Hannibal
You're clouding up my brainspace
Negativity from those brainwaves
I'm monopoly with my brain games
And you're probably saying the same things
That you've always said so don't hate
Cuz I'm getting big and you ain't
My brainspace is ma**ive like an ocean next to a lake
So take the mistakes of the way you create to explain all the days that you land on your face cuz I'm Taking the place of the greats while you're posting to Facebook the REAΣON that you can't make it
And I ain't fake I'm just f**ed up
And I've been that way since I was young
But if being f**ed up means that I've got all of this brainspace then that's what's up