The Contraptionists - Ventilation lyrics

[Verse 1: Suburban Truth] They dividing the fight I unite to take over I'm the white writer that writes in Crayola Trapping light in my rainbow spray flow They attack our life Turn our gray areas to black and white Lately graciously gracefully Saying grace faithfully For grace so my grays turn to color Paint-scaping Pain-stakenly paint-staking the vampire s**ing color out of life And the life out of color Burn him red on the campfire Ants fire red are rising Up fighting the light of the white horizon Through gla** prism The gla** prison My mirror stay clearer I stay clear'a the fear'a The mask hidden My past risen [Verse 2: Suburban Truth] I school rappers in a cla**room setting Got the slow emcees shaking In the bathroom sweating I'm close to the edge Fighting off all these artist vultures And gold diggers Leeching off our retarded culture I'm starting over I've had it with stupid tradition Consumerism's a euphemism for useless fiction The super villain Suburban Truth The dark knight Kicking the doomed fake heroes out of the spotlight So if you're sleeping home alone Keep a light on The beat'll keep me in the zone When the mic on And my iPod with the screen I read and type on Dodging biters, snakes and vipers Spitting venom like a python It's the calm before the storm Think you got it 'til I make the juice Mixing my labors with the fruition Of my labor fruits Lyricists are hanging onto every word It's the best you've ever heard S'burban Truth Spread the word!