We don't really matter! when we will is a while off/
We're dust collected to legs bred to fuck and eat mild sauce/
Corrupted in our heads. Fed to the public whose now lost/
Wipe the brow off from the sweat that formed from such an elegant beast we created, crated and tossed/
Left for the thorough we blame for decay to sustain while claiming its gone/
But the song never changes/
The faces grew mustaches and accents/
And take action again the fistful who won't sing along/
And I refuse to hum this evil! Seen (my) heroes widdle down to "Town Fools"/
Drowned in dumbed drool after I found I won't talk to stupid people/
So where does that leave me? Don't lynch the subversive!!!/
Or mention a wordsmith with a penchant for pinning a person/
Like the weight of the words should be third grade and thats real?/
I've studied the cracks of her lips like paintings and noticed the only thing fading is critics saying that its fading and that's ill/
The standard staple for hating. Murals drawn across the "gracious" hands shaking the hands of the greatest/
Now tell me how does that feel?/
I used to be a Radiohead now Radio's dead. MTV found him belly up on the bed
Gun's made of television. Used to try to tell him "listen"
Clear Channel leaks out of Radio's head
I used to be a Radiohead now Radio's dead. BET found him belly up on the bed
Gun's made of television. Used to try to tell him "listen"
Clear Channel leaks out of Radio's head
Stare at this tortured child bejeweled. Drums tuned drone. Soon the dance starts/
Clowns depart adult shell at canned laughter after the arts drove fleeting/
Hands dirty from selecting elected "Ancient" by an Off and On Season/
On the otherside of the looking glass the ghost in the shells bleeding/
I've seen steam leaving the eyes of an honest man. His hand continued devoid reason/
Emasculated masses mastered the art of half heart so second nature I sometime fear speaking/
Seeing such is the passage of time.../
It's said, amongst the assorted static, I'm saddened wondering whether time keeps curtains open for fame?/
Or fading to black is fashion?/
They were just here!!! Yet the foot prints barely lasted like a good year rarely happens/
Shadows of a bygone era of "Almost Heroes" in flashes/
Binary killed the Urban Legend and left them faceless/
Some say its the seedless gluttonous consumption divorced from travel/
A privelage antithetical to this cultures collage of hunger... perhaps this is just babble/
"If you stand on your own, people will sit and watch" I often say as often amongst this worker ant youth/
I wish would break shell/
I understand now, the grass is greener it just decays well/
I used to be a Radiohead now Radio's dead. MTV found him belly up on the bed
Gun's made of television. Used to try to tell him "listen"
Clear Channel leaks out of Radio's head
I used to be a Radiohead now Radio's dead. BET found him belly up on the bed
Gun's made of television. Used to try to tell him "listen"
Clear Channel leaks out of Radio's head
Sardonyx is one of my favorite posse cuts from a Backwoodz Studioz project. These four guys (Elucid, woods, Quelle Chris, Pink Siifu) are some of the best in the game right now, in my opinion
Whole album is a banger, front to back iativos
An album that was challenging at first but always thought provoking, painting pictures with rhymes over such harsh & strong instrumentals all throughout. Mystifying, gorgeous and intense melancholy all at once conveyed beautifully. I was typing a longer review before I realized it was too long, but this album from start to finish is a beautiful painting in each track. I'd list almost every track as my favorite if possible, so much good to say about the raps, beats, guest features. Great music. darksunq