Dead In Motion - Antipop Consortium

The only thing I like bright beside my name in lights

Is the back of my head, Mr One Stripe Red

Open my front door and watch love overrated

Hate spread instead

As I witness Ed and Ted rob Fred for bread

Broker in dept so def for two cent

A dollar earned already spent, pockets rate to pay the rent

But, money comes and goes

Like multiple topics and flows

Pursue the paper chase to accumulate zeros

My best is yet to arrive

Writing reflects the wisdom of vague

Undefeated by the forces of life

To go back to my father died

I used to climb a tree and stare at the stars

And say that’s where I’ll be, so I stayed up late

Worked hard to create whether I wrote or masturbate

To be a name you equate with great

Soak your cake monsoon brittle frog march fly I’m your Delta

Three cheers for the bloom spring pom pom phenom dyslexican

Spit to flame ON now is now simply imperial

Destroying possibility turn your probability into actual fact

Gassed Exxon or a hiccup — I put there what you lick up

Crunch cats like doing sit ups

Your chin twig snaps over a fist — brief introduction on percussion

You Dead in Motion like a ski lodge — in the oven of July

Right to the eye placed a sign that says, «closed for the season»

Dead in motion

I come to a track with more fire

(More fire, more fire!)

Pat down like you’re wearing a wire inside of your hideout

Takin' it up a notch when it’s hot

And toxins start to leak out of your skin

Murderous carcinogens hemorrhaging

Flipping your cardiac, now get my shotty

Apparel black hard bottoms

All soldiers stand at your post

When the squads rocket

Or get your arms torn off

Pile drive down to the floor like Paul Orndorff

Endure for my performance

I spit Lake Placid, battery acid with these bastards

Shake plastic, ape-tastic, straight spastic

Craft a master-piece with a glass of

Shastar after I slash rapper with a protractor

Flow factor, blow back the cap of a backpacker

Slash cop the album off of Napster remember the tragic

Dead in motion

It is what it is

Ayo, yea I hear cats' raps, but their flames don’t shoot

So I don’t even wet that like a raincoat suit

So what I’m sayin' is this, Sayyid’s on top of his shit

Like I’m walking around with a toilet strapped to the hip

Packed with a gift, December 25th when I spit

(From a haunted house in the sticks)

Head glitch like fit, I itch the lips

I twitch then hit a switch

(Fuck, I find it very under the bench)

That’s what happens when you get hit with the stench

Twisted up like a fence

Time condense in a matter of minutes

I managed?

nightmare

Making a mess put some time on your wrist

Dropped a hex hopped in a stretch

That shit and check what’s next

Next, with the ill potion

To keep cats on float, dead in motion

Dead in motion

Are you tired of classes that go on and on in the middle of the day,

1−800 numbers about getting your career together but you try to get your

career together and gone to those classes they haven’t worked and you try to

just keep working and try and the same bullshit, looking for gigs and getting

fired, the same old bullshit?

Leave it alone, don’t fuck with that shit, you don’t even fuck with the TV the

other day

Stay focused and knock your shit out, figure exactly what you wanna do and make

it happen.

Just and look at the numbers and classes classes really don’t

Fuck it