I wanna die with dignity ready for death
And make peace with my past before my last breath
I’m as guilty as the rest in this hypocrite fest
We can’t save the world we can save what’s left
What’s left, what’s right? Phon-X rockin’ the mic with a vengeance
Lady’s & gentlemen start your engines
My sentiments are resembling Enteman’s
Fresh out the box, I clock heads like pendulums
Knock ‘em into embolisms, reminiscent
Of a time when rhymes had symbolism
Like Regenerated, remain underrated
Under the radar and underestimated!
It’s my accent plus my cadence
And my access to premeditated data written on napkins
Exfyl manipulates the fader when Shred yells "Action!"
We agitate the neighbors with our passion
To do it, what? Craft our dreams and pursue it
So the ones we love can live through it
In our passing, we will be remembered
But it’s just an illusion cast by the embers
Time renders no need for feedback
We attack dreams, reenact blood on the tracks
I touch back with beats off the beaten track
Cuz my tracks are never beaten
They change like seasons
chorus:
The grand illusion, the sum of all fears,
Mass confusion, the end draws near,
Where will we go after the smoke clears?
Can we blast past the last frontier?….
2nd verse (Shred Lexicon):
The new year’s baby is finished
cry the instant newspaper missives
when each step is critical --
Each breath integral, the digital lung,
has my language encoded in zeroes and ones....
My heroes have sung and beat drums to overcome
mass media’s attempts to dumb down our young,
choosing to guitar strum not pop guns,
whole revolutions composed on the tongue....
It’s you and us bums vs. them country club chums,
Kids from the slums vs. sons w/ trust funds,
Some are high strung others comfortably numb,
Since corporations have us scrounging for crumbs……
Exposing the lies swept under the rugs,
Not posing as thugs got em under our thumbs,
Never outdone writing rhymes for the love……
We’re climbing up rungs headed straight for the sun,
Though messiah tarries, have faith he will come,
When we reclaim Eden, the race will be won,
Still what am I, man or an idea?
Death in my rearview, closer than it appears.....
chorus:
The grand illusion, the sum of all fears,
Mass confusion, the end draws near,
Where will we go after the smoke clears?
Can we blast past the last frontier?
credits
from Dog Fight,
released May 1, 2003
Written by Shred Lexicon & Phon-X. Produced by Phon-X.
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