I'm crossing tracks painting tags on the walls of the metro paradoxical truths like modern day retro water and petrol, protons and electrodes reality I let go with pro-con anecdotes thoughts shifting from topic to topic skip it, hop it, flip-flip I flop it catch a beat just to drop it give me a door and I'll lock it, knock it a floor and I'll mop it the beat is rotating, rotating, I can't stop it cities aflame, war games and internal conflicts guerrilla warfare and insurrection bomb hits eternal conflicts of hatred and sword explored all aboard the m/s Lord, errors ignored how many registered votes for the poor and illiterate? allow me to reiterate my concern for the bitter fate of poverty-stricken cities you choose to discriminate how inconsiderate to set a rate to eliminate a culture you gave root to you now disintegrate can't let it blossom, can't let it proceed to a better state no need to mitigate, clean up the graffiti and incinerate every page of social commentary by rappers you litigate now I got you listening to my hip-notic hop device words glistening and they flow like melting ice I'm like the cool urban cat that can't catch any mice Vegas lice, casino hustler with no dice poor like Dice raw, energetic once more no contour, unapologetic on tour twice or less, seeking success and its price throw a slice of the wedding cake and wonder where the rice is in para-lysis with para-vices like Isis with a fertility crisis getting adverse advice from a demon that entices the mind and the body like erotic license the measure of intensity intensified to a point where only pleasure and pain cleanse the mind hence, to find, pause, forward, rewind some sense behind the senseless grind of the millions of humbled unconscious civilians enslaved by the politics of palaces, pavilions officers, batallions, provoking rebellions decorated head-to-toe with medals and medillions turn off the lights and disconnect the cables burn the microphones and bury the turntables words, fatal revolution lables dangerous fables