Don Johnson Big Band - Burn De Microphones Lyrics
I'm crossing trackspainting tags on the walls of the metroparadoxical truths like modern day retrowater and petrol, protons and electrodesreality I let go with pro-con anecdotesthoughts shifting from topic to topicskip it, hop it, flip-flip I flop itcatch a beat just to drop itgive me a door and I'll lock it, knock ita floor and I'll mop itthe beat is rotating, rotating, I can't stop itcities aflame, war games and internal conflictsguerrilla warfare and insurrection bomb hitseternal conflicts of hatred and sword exploredall aboard the m/s Lord, errors ignoredhow many registered votes for the poor and illiterate?allow me to reiterate my concern for the bitter fateof poverty-stricken cities you choose to discriminatehow inconsiderate to set a rate to eliminatea culture you gave root to you now disintegratecan't let it blossom, can't let it proceed to a better stateno need to mitigate, clean up the graffiti and incinerateevery page of social commentary by rappers you litigatenow I got you listening to my hip-notic hop devicewords glistening and they flow like melting iceI'm like the cool urban cat that can't catch any miceVegas lice, casino hustler with no dicepoor like Dice raw, energetic once moreno contour, unapologetic on tourtwice or less, seeking success and its pricethrow a slice of the wedding cakeand wonder where the rice isin para-lysis with para-viceslike Isis with a fertility crisisgetting adverse advice from a demon that enticesthe mind and the body like erotic licensethe measure of intensity intensifiedto a point where only pleasure and pain cleanse the mindhence, to find, pause, forward, rewindsome sense behind the senseless grindof the millions of humbled unconscious civiliansenslaved by the politics of palaces, pavilionsofficers, batallions, provoking rebellionsdecorated head-to-toe with medals and medillionsturn off the lights and disconnect the cablesburn the microphones and bury the turntableswords, fatal revolution lablesdangerous fables
