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You can call me my own master
Ghost hit the flick of my Bic like Casper
Holdin' no smoke, ice cold like Caspa
Ghost ride the whip leaving souls and disasta
Follow my wake, if my fame ever dies
Comment on my casket, Like my demise
Retweet the denies of the man in the knee high Levis,
A mask over mouth, to hide his lies,
And in hand carries a tool of demise.
Pea-coat, dark tints to hide his wild eyes..
You snap out of it, to reveal my disguise
Then realize that my name's been revived, Surprise!
Then I jump on the track and harmonize
To the bumps in the beat that go and hypnotize
Let you fantasize the beat of heartfelt lyrics
And aggrandize a charm thru speech, can you hear it?
Optimize mental salves got me feelin' like a cleric
Leave butterflies and lift you into high spirits.
Metal pictures have appearance that release your hysterics
Static sunrise skies, like stylized atmospherics
The world I saw yesterday seems pretty satiric
The world I see at night's got me feelin' vampiric
The world I see today has warnings but won't hear it,
But the world I see tomorrow is lookin' pretty Pyrrhic.
Wait a minute, you really wanna see?
What a future reality holds in store for you and me?
Pretty easily seen, not really a "would be"
It's a prophecy surrounding us and our dreams
The Internet Age feels like rise of the machines
From Ugandan Knuckles memes to Paul Brothers tweens
Fake armies, real regimes pushing us to our extremes
To paint the scene, It's just an end to a means
Who's even running today's newsroom?
They're fictional.. like Dr. Watson, I presume.
But it doesn't matter, if the comet's coming soon..
If we survive, there's Ebola, and the swine flu too!
Forest fires, grave tidals, And a huge monsoon!
Or is it a typhoon that serves us impending doom?
Are we already fucked by the baby boom?
Or the endless human need for greed to consume?
I want these warnings to be headed as issues
Too soon your bacon won't even be on the menu
I.. All I know is this warming's melting my igloo
Won't see you till further notice when I continue, Peace.
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