I'm in conflict of thought, and I'm seeing in the distance
Antagonizing rebels while fighting for the resistance
Insistent this instance, this misfits inconsistent
Persistence in the art, that is the part that is simplistic
I'm far from pessimistic with a twisted optimism
'Cause people notice the shape, but never the colors of the prism
You traded in all your wisdom for the black and white of knowledge
I steady say f*ck the system here with a Macin-type abolished
I'm polished, seasoned, under the skin is rough
And after the smooth flow the texture is kind of tough
The stuff of stardust colliding with any planet
Mechanical organisms, and views that are panoramic
Manning the inorganic, playing with the technology
Claiming they understand it and paying us no apology
Even when said experience lead to a genocide
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
F*ck that, hit em back cause were not gonna let it ride
A sound of the alarm startled the hounds since I denounced faith
By sacrificing a charm in this police state
The expression's loud when released through cds and beat tapes
Weeks before the street date, live stages capture the experimentation
Constant flow of emotion, ego denotes sin that so dear to this nation
Blind folded by the vision they tell is worth praising
But you're beautiful, journey is felt through every abrasion
Glorified radio stations play against uplifting creation
In order to keep most of the madness up in rotation
Consumerism's got us by the senses
The Census has got us by the mark when they come knocking
Or they're probably white-vanning through each neighborhood for satellite images
While your phone is updating, humanity diminishes
Well, are you watching the revolution or a rerun?
We refuse to be a dumbed down community son
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
Till we're left with a vision to feed into our design
Kaus & Emphasize - Static Lyrics
Kaus & Emphasize - Static Lyrics
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I'm in conflict of thought, and I'm seeing in the distance
Antagonizing rebels while fighting for the resistance
Insistent this instance, this misfits inconsistent
Persistence in the art, that is the part that is simplistic
I'm far from pessimistic with a twisted optimism
'Cause people notice the shape, but never the colors of the prism
You traded in all your wisdom for the black and white of knowledge
I steady say f*ck the system here with a Macin-type abolished
I'm polished, seasoned, under the skin is rough
And after the smooth flow the texture is kind of tough
The stuff of stardust colliding with any planet
Mechanical organisms, and views that are panoramic
Manning the inorganic, playing with the technology
Claiming they understand it and paying us no apology
Even when said experience lead to a genocide
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
F*ck that, hit em back cause were not gonna let it ride
A sound of the alarm startled the hounds since I denounced faith
By sacrificing a charm in this police state
The expression's loud when released through cds and beat tapes
Weeks before the street date, live stages capture the experimentation
Constant flow of emotion, ego denotes sin that so dear to this nation
Blind folded by the vision they tell is worth praising
But you're beautiful, journey is felt through every abrasion
Glorified radio stations play against uplifting creation
In order to keep most of the madness up in rotation
Consumerism's got us by the senses
The Census has got us by the mark when they come knocking
Or they're probably white-vanning through each neighborhood for satellite images
While your phone is updating, humanity diminishes
Well, are you watching the revolution or a rerun?
We refuse to be a dumbed down community son
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
Till we're left with a vision to feed into our design
Antagonizing rebels while fighting for the resistance
Insistent this instance, this misfits inconsistent
Persistence in the art, that is the part that is simplistic
I'm far from pessimistic with a twisted optimism
'Cause people notice the shape, but never the colors of the prism
You traded in all your wisdom for the black and white of knowledge
I steady say f*ck the system here with a Macin-type abolished
I'm polished, seasoned, under the skin is rough
And after the smooth flow the texture is kind of tough
The stuff of stardust colliding with any planet
Mechanical organisms, and views that are panoramic
Manning the inorganic, playing with the technology
Claiming they understand it and paying us no apology
Even when said experience lead to a genocide
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
That's the goal, it's a club, there's a cover to get inside
F*ck that, hit em back cause were not gonna let it ride
A sound of the alarm startled the hounds since I denounced faith
By sacrificing a charm in this police state
The expression's loud when released through cds and beat tapes
Weeks before the street date, live stages capture the experimentation
Constant flow of emotion, ego denotes sin that so dear to this nation
Blind folded by the vision they tell is worth praising
But you're beautiful, journey is felt through every abrasion
Glorified radio stations play against uplifting creation
In order to keep most of the madness up in rotation
Consumerism's got us by the senses
The Census has got us by the mark when they come knocking
Or they're probably white-vanning through each neighborhood for satellite images
While your phone is updating, humanity diminishes
Well, are you watching the revolution or a rerun?
We refuse to be a dumbed down community son
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
It's the flow and the love like a mother through any vibe
Till we're left with a vision to feed into our design
Writer: Gabriel Aldana, Joe Alston, Joseph Alston
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid