boers

this shit ain't hiphop, this ain't a game
this ain't the tip-top, don't just reframe
i don't blame people who just wanna label
categorize and tag, the benefits they enable
no debate, i won't await the remarks
it's too late, demonstrate the parts
within your mind that start to fire
every moment you're left to admire
the words never quite cease coming through
but you'll never really know what's true
if you're too lost trying to determine what's next
but the jig is up, so place ya bets,
make ya steps, stake a fest
and party till you run out of breath
then do it again, cos really fuck death
can't hold us back when we're vibin
escaping from the thoughts of hidin
riding low to the ground to just forget
everything hasn't begun just yet
every milestone left blowin in the wind
waitin for another world to begin
in the stead of the lineage it left behind
lost within a substrate ill defined
keep grasping for straws, you might find
another reminder of the times.
the design of the effort involved,
don't you have a problem to go solve?
all the halls, all decadent and glowing bright
but the doors locked and im stuck waiting outside
imagine until that reality is made true
but im stuck mixing in the stew
of arrogance and egotistical trappings
trying to escape when im here rapping
so really, yo, what is it that's happening,
are we stuck here still just grappling
with the past on blast, left aghast
but alas nothing quite makes it past
the filters when they really wanna work
but life's so boring sans all the absurd
the revolution is in motion, don'tcha know
the price you pay to go with the flow?
intense complexity lies under the surface,
and what's simple oft has more purpose
if you look and really let yourself think,
analyze every last thing that you see
every thought that you create
and every point that you debate
to know you're wrong is the utter end
but even then it marks a point to begin
the more you know, the more you don't,
the more you really know that you never won't
52 this whole world is just another illusion
another sense of mass personal delusion
no confusion, the solution is to just exist
cos ain't nothing quite more than this
and even if there is, it still won't change
the fact that there's an infinity left to attain,
keep moving forward and we might just find
that the entire world is trapped inside of time
but one day soon we'll escape, we await
the path lies just sitting complacent,
everything is there for us to just take it.