Weerd Science The Man With No Audience
[Verse 1]
I never look the part
Plus I never fit in
Always resided on the other side of winning
A constant sinner with blurred vision
The words paint a perfect picture for the worse within
You think you're better now
I think not
You're cursed again
When it's working into you skin
But you're searching for Zen
Yes I, personify the evil of men
It's absurd the very notion that we're good in the end
Because when a civilized society turns violent (?)
Not the strongest survive, but the mentally vacant (?)
Just the evil that men do
The darkest it tends to
Drag it back down to the same Hell that sent you
It's a price for your spot, you're not a god your rent's due
Whack rappers I'm allergic to like achoo
Stick with you forever like a motherfucking tattoo
See you got soldiers
Well mine can attack too
[Hook]
It's not the man in the middle of the room
With an audience alluding that the end is coming soon
It's the one in the corner with the shadows all around him
Tried to find God but it's the devil that found him
[Verse 2]
I used to leave suicide notes next to me when I sleep
I'd rather people think I killed myself than went and OD'd
And the reason that I tell you this is so you can see
That I've been to the dark
I know that it knows me
Yet still i'm an insurgent with stern purpose
We are children of the Matrix
We're draped in murder
There's no mercy in the heart of God
Just a roofie for the whole world
With both sides set to defy the odds
That's the recipe for disaster
One part energy
Another part miseducation and passion
Only enough empathy to ration
Small portions for the populace
They hold the rest for ransom
Answers, don't seem to come so easily
But when you're deceased and cease to be
The truth succeeds seamlessly
Manipulate our DNA to make this beat
The mindless war machines fighting for freedom
And that there is the irony
[Hook]
[Interlude]
And if you have Heaven
It's a place where you're rewarded for your goodness
And hell is a place where you're punished for your evil
Then you sort of have control of the population
[Verse 3]
Other rappers out there are having a contest
Who can sound the most ignorant
This is not progress
This is just a phase
Let's get back to the old
Want to see an OG?
Turn around and G-O
This is where the strings get severed severely
Master of puppets controls everything, clearly
They don't want to hear me
So they steer clear of me
Yeah, they see me coming and they run in fear of me
You think you got it figured out
I think you know nada
I raise the dead like "Kunda, Astratta"
You wanna get me to stop
I say make me
You motherfuckers sound generic
Marshmallow maties
[Hook]