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lirik lagu phalanges – blackface alien

[intro]
uh uh, uh uh
uh uh, uh uh

[verse 1]
cognitive dissonance is a cacophony
was it hubris that doomed sisyphus and icarus?
do you see your own wickedness? (do you see it?)
not to say that you’re evil, we’re all people
know labels enable subconscious responses
leave preconceived notions at the door
we ain’t judgin’ people no more
ambulate 5280 feet in my sneakers
before you speak on what i spit through your speakers (through your speakers)
it’s all different eyeb-lls on similar situations
perspectives tend to stay static until you make ’em
rearrange, ’cause love is almost equal
but we still live for it, and when it ends we seek its sequel
the second never as impressive but then again
that might be limitation of our perspective
now is it worse or is it not the same?
i need you to bring me the lil’ brain
apush, i was bring flowers, if i might say so
change ain’t always pennies and dimes, sometimes it’s pesos
don’t look, grow what you had before
the past will surely lead you sour
the fruit in your future dangles in front of your different angles
you see, you need to be peachy when you not in the pits
see the picture for the click
flashes fast like a sprint and your hopes can get that ash

[chorus]
let’s get some heads boppin’ for this head wrappin’ rapper
not a seek to seek to destroy every beat that i meet
it’s quite a feat to go the whole nine yards with me
i like to read things in terms of metaphors and similes
microcosms express abstract ideas the best
my palate’ll be a little easier to digest
i’m on a quest
making dreams manifest
no sleep and no rest
until you feel it in your chest

[verse 2]
awareness of shared similarities
and all things bring down walls, all fall
seems like you’ve been missing the point of things on purpose
bein’ wrong make you nervous, she won’t be smart on the surface
concern myself with methods that’s less than earnest
a proponent of the tortoise tempo when i’m in my zen mode
swordplay with no s’s, verbal kendo
drop a rock on top of your noggin, get them thoughts joggin’
it’s my prerogative
and self-deprecation don’t look too good on you
it’s true every few are as in tune with themselves and do it well
all the coins in wishing wells might as well go to n-ggas with no insurance
i ran cross-country and got endurance
i ran cross-country, i’m [?]
i ran cross-country, my problems still follow me
so i guess that wasn’t the answer
could i be a belly dancer?
maybe a wedding planner
dial forty-two and get no answer

[bridge]
everyone gotta feel somethin’
every, everyone gotta feel somethin’
ev-everyone gotta feel somethin’
every, everyone gotta feel somethin’
every, everyone gotta feel somethin’
every, everyone gotta feel somethin’
every, everyone
every, everyone
every, everyone gotta feel

- blackface alien

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