Neal Codage

I've been taking into crates ever since I was living in space Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits Mastered numerology and big bang theology I've been digging in the crates Ever since I was living in space Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits I mastered numerology and big bang theology Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology Invented a mic so I could start blessing it Chin checking kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us

But I twist my cords like double helix's To show u what I'm made of I buckle knees like leg braces Cast a spell of instrumentalist on all of these MC's who hate us Try on, leave u with out a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity, let icons be bygones I fire bombs ghostly notes haunt this I tried threats but moved on to a promise I stomp shit with or without an accomplice And run the gauntlet with whoever that what this is

- Sometimes I feel like I'm crawling Misunderstood and under the gun Like a new disease

I've put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones Never satisfied my rhymes Jones Spraying bright day over what u mite say My blood type is krylon technicolor type a On highways ripe with road rage On pages of wind, cages of tin that bounce all around Surround sound Devouring the scenes Subliminal gangrene paintings over all the same things Sings songs karaoke copy bullshit Break bones verbally with stick and stones tactics

Fourth dimension compact convection Write rhymes with ease while the track stands at attention Meant to put u away with A pencil, pistol, official, sixteen lines, a rhymes missile While you risk your all, I pick at all your flaws

Everyone Every hope The silver lining that you've ignored

It won't be the same anymore Anyway Anyhow Bring me back to life Everything I've done before Comes crashing down, I'm feeling low But is this the reality or just another dream Maybe I'm falling Believing And dreaming Or am I dead? Ahh Everything is gone now I'm six feet under Regrets and memories, for me to wonder Rest in peace They say to me But I just wanted to be free Free

- Maybe falling Believing I'm dreaming Or am I dead?

And this silence Bred into my selfless violence What have I done to myself? Just to kill my pride And now I am dead Why cant you hear me crying?