Odd Apparatus from Odd Apparatus by L.R.E. Afro Ghostseid
Tracklist
| 5. | Odd Apparatus | 3:16 |
Lyrics
Verse 1
No doubloons just marooned in a monsoon
Days to eschew are the few written like cartoons
poorly surely there's a resolution
But then you end up where you started with no restitution
Doing the same thing and claim evolution
Better lose him Lucius is his name
Or maybe my brain is quite corrupt
The way they package it flashy to blind and leave defunct
Your digression empty out your trunk
give them everything they want
Wonderland is scary but in Kansas they can hunt
Hut one hut two get yo ass line
Or an outline in chalk where you'll rest your spine
Invest your time wisely
Head on the swivel hearing footsteps
I'm no Isley
One eye open is the only way I sleep
Feed you
Make you real supple 'til your mind's weak
You have been thoroughly ID-ed
Chorus
Aww man this odd apparatus--Why we fixated on status?
I just want to reach the stratus
fear of falling causing damage to the sanity
Therefore we find ourselves upon the surface stuck on vanity
Oh boy
Boy I got a lot of cars
Boy I got a lot of clothes
Boy I got a lot of frost
Yeah I got a lot of hoes
I won't even go to sleep!
I don't even really know
I'm just way too fuckin' cold
I just thought that you should know
Interlude
Behold this confounding mass of eclecticism
A machination with gears whose teeth would cut
Upon the salt deposits left behind when sweat would trickle and be lost
The pistons cycle up and down with hypnotic rhythm
Compressing suppressing, controlling, explosions
The wires carry love, hate, revelation, infamy, epiphany, deceit, truth
They are live crossing through--interweaving about this complex system
The chassis is magnificent illustrious gilded
The frame is rusted yet heavy duty
Behold this confounding mass of eclecticism
Chorus
Aww man this odd apparatus--Why we fixated on status?
I just want to reach the stratus
fear of falling causing damage to the sanity
Therefore we find ourselves upon the surface stuck on vanity
Oh boy
Boy I got a lotta cars
Boy I got a lotta clothes
Boy I got a lot of frost
Yeah I got a lotta hoes
I won't even go to sleep
I don't even really know
I'm just way too fuckin' cold
I just thought that you should know
Verse 2
Never call me Godzilla
Even if I'm prone to flow explosively
blowing like cars with no bombs in 'em
If the brain is hard wired from reptilian basal ganglia nature
I'm suggesting that I'll be at odds with him
And it's all in day's work to summon a sermon to serve and subjugate
serpents are surely stirring the vermin concur?
Arrive at your own conclusion
Assuming we'd overreact and go like a nuclear fusion
This is dystopian future
Moving towards other throats so we won't see through the illusion
Confusion is quite a nuisance
Chorus
Aww man this odd apparatus--Why we fixated on status?
I just want to reach the stratus
fear of falling causing damage to the sanity
Therefore we find ourselves upon the surface stuck on vanity
Oh boy
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