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Media Tricks

by No Sunlite for the Media

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(These sounds were issuing from a ditch near…Annandale, Virginia) All thee children inside hearts searching for a container All the children inside hearts searching for a new container… All the men with their missions force their brains to be spenders Counterfeit but it fits right, surrender all legal tender All yr shame has stayed indoors, join us at the campfire Light spirits from below there, we all burn bright from under
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(Swing right side/left side 123…right side/left side 123) (Inside Outside) (Inside ‘n’ Outside) [Math]: It’s not just that whack rappers lack thee skill but the motivation to MC like Math/Risk-free trial-guarantee: send beavers back/Cos my quality assurance says you never need to ask/Get my MC trading card ‘n’ you check the stats/I drop a fat rap with each at-bat/Pop strikes out I hop hip the upper deck/Just how clueless are they exact?/With a flamethrower at a train yard you couldn’t make a hot track g-get back/They made no honest resolution/Where’s the promised revolution?/Are you astonished that the monastery harnesses solutions?/With the connoisseur intrusion - I prefer seclusion/Institutions dare to say that electrocutions an improvement While I scream MERCI BEAUCOUP DE’TAT/I’ll let Martha drop Haiku on you 5 syllables son 7 syllables stored up 5 more ‘n’ I’m done (word up) [J-Bandana]: We regulate the outside, delegate the inside/Relegate the beavers to the dollarbinside Dominate the inside moderate the outside/Cast suckas off to the doubtside (Who’s That?) (What’s the Commotion?) [Big Martha]: Qui est ce, et qui est li/The dastardly MC that they call me Si tu ne me comprend/Peut-etre you should have headphones on [Math/Martha]: Cos we’re stereophonic supersonic Bite my bait get hooked on my phonics Cos Martha’s on the left Math’s on the right/Not monaural but an aural delight/We stand apart from hip hoppers alienated from those whose styles can be ripped off easily perforated/How can you rip a mic if you can’t even rip a paper?/While we sublimate the microphone turn it into vapor/You couldn’t fill a hefty bag with the trash you spit/& the cash you get it ain’t legitimate/I’m sick of it so we’re kicking it/Better than the hits what a predicament for the suckas – who can’t get with this Cos their minds are in shackles, pop snap crackle/There ain’t a subject that we can’t tackle But what’s the point of drugs sex ‘n’ guns/When you already got it so overdone? [Math]: What’s the commotion? A bunch of critics doting on crews that deserve exposing for excessive posing But no one’s willing to think for themselves/Oh but I guess it’s just as well Cos while you scratch each other’s backs I give yr shoulder a tip tip tap You turn around find a note attached/“You don’t own all of us” scrawled in black Oops it was me who expresses dissent I refuse yr money grubbing intent So I stand in the basement filled with wires ‘n’ cobwebs, yelling to my tapedeck “hip hop is not dead” Cos I can’t bemoan unless I’m in the zone ‘n’ my modus operandi is self realizing/Too many suckas whining but what I’m finding is a light that’s shining/It’s a red light that says record ‘n’ for that little hope I thank the Lord/For these raps - a direct response to what I’ve been thru/Cos the simple tools allow the fight to continue/Like a 1up but the boss is in another dungeon/So let’s gain experience ‘n’ learn the functions We gotta band together if we want to fight/With Math on the left ‘n’ Martha on the right (Bounce, bounce, bounce 1-2-3 stop!)
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Footbinding 04:34
Centuries have sense of nothing/Never recognize we’ve been fluttering Infinite containers can’t hold all thee miscellaneous it’s been poured Thoughts careen dream spin ‘n’ seem/The fortress locked up all the words to hum Entire tired soul/Keep it near hold it it’s so cold The word said, my son, “We adore Pandora cos she freed the need to hum” (Do yr stuff) [Math/J-Bandana]: I’ll do my stuff off the cuff verses/Math where’s chivalry? Ladies come first I’ll put on my chainmail ‘n’ battle an alligator/(I’ll begin you can join in later) [J-Bandana]: I bind my feet when I put on stilettos ‘n’ strut/Tang Dynasty? No I do it myself/Do it yerself instant beauty/Be the finest she by tweezing contorting unnaturally/Simply put on the make-up fake yr face up/Claim that yr boss is sexist when you induce impure thoughts/Oops I forgot it’s always his fault ‘n’ oh it’s yr loss/No one to consult or to console/He leaves you so lonely/Accuse solely men who control thee/Please you don’t take yerself seriously [Math]: I’m doing my stuff ‘n’ doing it/I’m calling yr bluff ‘n’ proving it/Enough ain’t enough when NSFTM gets through with it/The beat gets hectic my DJ won’t ruin it/Fluid ‘n’ fluid delivered quick like United Parcel/Startle sucker duck MC’s who start to waddle/While we shuttle to the moon don’t follow we don’t shudder/Role models out of Sodom but ills hard to swallow/Hard to bear like Snuggles not fogging up our goggles/Cars scatter like they hit a dip or puddle/God Almighty we’ll just have to hope you’ll put this in reverse like a bottle of Frobscottle/Oh my gosh I’ll scream on top of a mountain/Quick you know that we hit the tip topper/Hip hopscotcher Fosbury flopper/Brother I got you ‘n’ brother I dropped you (Rats)
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Pressing 03:46
Pressing in; we’re pressing on… Is this halo too heavy? There’s no space in gravity/Skull of thee enemy burning looks just like me/All the fatted calves of Egypt dying of disease/& sweat drips down my forehead until it soaks my sleeves Pressing in; we’re pressing on… Don’t stand too close to yr burns or you’ll get fired/Don’t light yr harp because the devil burned the lyre… Misplaced yr Seraphim Cerebellum, twisted ‘n’ igniting/Cherubim ‘n’ Cerebrum, keep on fighting…
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Mediatrix 02:51
(Stop a few of their machines ‘n’ radios telephones ‘n’ lawnmowers; throw them into darkness for a few hours; sit back ‘n’ watch the pattern) Bring you back to base case closed/You can’t reach thee peak unpaced ‘n’ slow/Admit the limits that frame yr scene/Only so much can be crafted within these/Majors ‘n’ indies acting busy but just rushing really/Oh how many bee stings does it take to deplete?/Oh ‘n’ how these freedoms lessen liberty/Oh cut thru lesser shallow sleaze, reinforce like concrete ‘n’ take a lesson from the Paraclete/& swear that we will not retreat but bust sporadically/Thru the roof of the factory like Charlie in his elevator/Riding on writing like John the revelator (who’s that writing? John the revelator)/The fetus ain’t just the future it’s the now ‘n’ now reality/Scour the autopsy soul ain’t signed anonymously/The entitled beings sow most all of the seeds ‘n’ beat Mother Earth you wonder why she miscarries? Inspiring as we shine to bring something to provoke some form of communicating/Like the mediator mediating with no media tricks/But the Mediatrix has got our back when the attack hits/Not practice it’s new beat to react with/Packed in these lines so Math can rep CRASS quick/Of course they do! Of course they owe us a living (do they owe us a living?)/The forests now a suburb Trees can’t be Giving ‘n’ they dare tell us pop’s an ample substitute when the samples all removed for fear of law suits/We stand by fair use but closer to ideas/Let’s alleviate fears Built on solid ground but not solitary/Combined unifying letting styles vary The adversary can’t whisk us all away/(& this pattern is always the same? With few variations) Ballistic when I dip this/Futuristic suckers stuck in 1984 like Winston Smith/2 separate techniques like a diptych/Hop hip to folk which genre should I next switch? Switch next street sense bent the circuit/They issue us the machine but it’s up to us to fix it/Crack it open toss out the manual ‘n’ manually manipulate man/No blueprint the new plan: Rewire repair reformat/Reply that the rigid raps don’t hang how that we’ve hacked it/Has scratched it scratch that rebuilt it from scratch cat/Back on point point it back/Simply it’s only basics that’s required/So I’m reading Summa by my man Thomas Aquinas/The finest the flyest shining modest shines best/No heinous highnesses floating high puffing out chests/Game set match from badminton to chess/From psychedelic rock to the blackest metal of death/No guidelines just life ‘n’ music coursing thru my veins/No Sunlite the moon waxes never wanes (They pick the most dangerous enemy they can find - & it’s themselves)
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I searched ‘n’ searched these words/Couldn’t find a trend in it/Trying to be first/Doesn’t build thee innocence It’s hurt or be hurt/I see cost but no benefit/Feeling worse ‘n’ worse/Need acetaminophen… -Rental mentality/Befriended by a fallacy/Humanity pause wrong penalty drawn/Our song will end inevitably… The rain all coming down/Going out for the fun of it/The water sweeping round/Getting all wrapped up in it Can’t throw in the towel/Caught up in the current flow/Rain has drenched me now/I hope it makes the flowers bloom… I have to draw a line/On some things I wouldn’t budge/Best to try to climb/To know that it should be tough You need ample time/To see ideas you wouldn’t touch/Pray it will be fine/I pray my prayers are good enough… Maze of haze ‘n’ ways/I hadn’t found so easily/A decent living wage/But am I living decently A vision of my route/Came into place recently/I have made my peace/But haven’t done it peaceably… When I play my part /I feel so much better then/Hope ‘n’ hurt ‘n’ heart/We can’t hope to measure them
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Space Portal 02:29
(Vision growing dim)/Vision growing dim face towards thee store/More trim for fat tape thin from fast forwards/Horrid! Bored as 4x4’s/Of course sales not a stat in my box score/I can’t afford to rest on my laurels/Thumbs up lasts just until the next thumb war/Come to grips with that mic cord jostle it a bit/Oh yeah sorry no digital mix board/But at least we record no fodder for the beast like “Feed Me Seymour”/Rhymes overflow how they pour/Unhinged like that boy’s out of his gourd… (Sorceress, you used the space portal to bring us here. Thanks. Where’s my mother ‘n’ father?) Math always coming strapped with a rap in my knapsack/Math = MC Squared, I’m energy a boy scout I be prepared Martha who wrote the beats? Martha’s the author/AKA the kid with the cuts the funky DJ (Wait a minute. Let’s take this step by step. What’s the one thing plants need to stay healthy ‘n’ grow?) (Sunlite) (No Sunlite for the Media) Refuse to watch their news broadcasts/We take our TV’s ‘n’ we paint them black (& it’s a very cynical media…)
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Rolling 02:21
8) Rolling (2:21) [Math: guitars, vocals; Jana ‘n’ Kelly: singing] Been sitting here for thousands of years wasting my time ‘n’ rolling along Got no job that pays just spending my days counting thee ways to move it along A man came to sing about a wonderful thing but we didn’t get up cos the words were all wrong - & he went “Something better in colder weather/Take break there in the shade Underground we’ll band together/Learn to make ‘n’ not be made” That was all nice but we didn’t think twice/Who wanted to hear about that type of song? Ain’t biding my time waiting to die paying my dues ‘n’ moving along Hope startled me said I was asleep broke it to me I’ve been rolling too long Father somehow take me home now/Brothers sisters hear them cry out Burns ‘n’ blisters breaking them down/Mother help us roll back home
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Can these flowers grow below thee dirt? Is She holding them out to me or to the earth? Must’ve been inaccurate perceptions that I had to misjudge inadequate intentions to do bad If I believe Immaculate Conception was a fact, I can’t conceive why I’d attract attention, fade to back Sections of secluded secrets say But She knew all the wrong reasons that we pray Fastened in, cast again, last to win, last two win
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Train 02:55
Discouraged I flourish a skirmish sturdy I earnestly hurry/Rap is malnourished, too wordy/Let me furnish it with purity/I leave you cold while I keep hot like a thermos or purgatory my story captivates learners assuredly/Unfashionably late so I state I want no taste of what I passionately hate we embrace higher stakes/Slow to sit inertia is fate but will fate start when yer thirty? Getting pay-pay, thee glory days aren’t made unless you create/Expect to catch every brake, wait until the demons invade in spades acting faker than make up or a Russian bootleg/& betrayed by every case of sellout center stage in yr brain & more weight on yr bones, shown grown in the mirror but you fear her, ghosty goblins coming nearer pictures clearer Mere sores year wars yer sure time is dearer but the tears don’t get cleared when you dwindle down to zero Dreaming to emerge ‘n’ stir a commotion in turn demons will converge ‘n’ blur that pure notion slur yr words so the messages not heard/Flurry of disturbed yes sirs yes sir no sirs, spurred on towards third rate pop insured/Absurdly ignoring what obviously perturbs you/All these uncertain views merging ‘n’ producing a recluse/Unimportant insurgency/Refusal to do anything involving anything/But when I sing I sing to make myself move ‘n’ do I touch the mic ‘n’ let loose, improve ‘n’ soothe my mental praying that I can still rise above the landfill You fell in it now dwell in it you pause for yr whole lives/Yer selling dip? Rebelling twit, no cause I recognize
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Angel 01:12
Awkward step, I forget this dance I’ll sway/I let thee letter let go once the palm was waved No stamp dear whomever love no one at all/Unhappy spring singing oh happy fall Is it my own hand that wrote this thing/I don’t recognize that thumb, do I wear that ring? You said those words I heard you talk in yr sleep/No secrets to keep no sunlite will reach Photographic mind can’t remember here/I live where we’re not allowed thoughts clear The window breaks for a third time this hour/There’s no angel now in the lost ‘n’ found
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Knock knock knock someone I didn’t invite but his odors are sweet I let him in for tonite Tricks ‘n’ sticks ‘n’ stones ‘n’ thrown away hope, If I allow this approach clean my mouth out with soap You don’t deserve a single word but I let you back for seconds ‘n’ thirds Lord clear my table of these unwanted guests, My company unblessed, Yr wine’s thee best He’s the father of lies, We’re daughters of skies, Our modesty tries to meet the most high Sometimes we find our mind has his spies, Unbind the ties, Unblind the eyes He calls us in He calls you sin Guardian angels have found us asleep See then the demons are letting us be Sister, Saint Michael won’t let us be reached | Protected whether or not we believe | Round ‘n’ round ‘n’ round a rosary See then the demons are letting us be | See then the demons are letting us free
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Station 1 00:31
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Station 2 00:39
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Seventy 08:39
where have you been? dwelling within… man did you yet forget? not my intent, my mind slips so wet i tried ‘n’ i tried i can’t find my own design.. it’s fine, it’s fine, but yr inside has died why – what can be mine? it’s not always bright where thee sun always shines you’ve fallen asleep again i’ll believe but i don’t know when where do we go from here? close to hope far away from fear it’s not always bright where the sun always shines \\\ i’ll be going down ain’t no turning around bones are breaking down going underground… /// 3.14159 slips off the tongue, tongue slips on dragonfly medium medium greedy ones & from the circle’s perspective i look like a line side by side hope lies on the other side 70 times 70 more than 70 times 70 times 70 more than 70 times fine i’m reminded i’m alive 1 for talk back 2 for despair design not mine i can’t decide why I 7 for proclaiming that God doesn’t really even care know that i’ll find more when i die 60 more for each second in each minute that passes by 70 times 70 more than 70 times 70 times 70 more than 70 times…
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Eat 03:51
NO SUNLITE Not guided by thee glow of TV Corrupted our media food Projected while we consume [Big Dope Dub K]: Our turbulent forces evoking the remorses/Fears of breaking breaking fears/Verbal curdle spoil spirit/Pains the untrained ear to hear it/We marvel at melodious quandary/Dirty laundry sins upon thee/Clear the soul of unwanted tainters/To truly feel it you must faint first [Math]: Cos we’re coming atop we drop not battle raps still confrontation/Lines aren’t defined but still drawn like we’re traced in/Pawns can’t replace men, stasis from the stations/“Patience! Their merry band will bend while the empire extends”/Never! I’m chaining myself to this 8-track device/& standing right outside of yr construction site/You need this invaded space? I’m not moving/You’ll have to run me over to get to my music/Like the rebellious student intruding is prudent/Bulldoze me but I slipped Dungeon Records in that tape deck/Key starts soundcheck detect a suspect: Who’s running around hollering “Tear it down!” with a toga on?/We spell it l-i-t-e it’s cheap less filling/We refuse substitute world they’ve been selling/How come this MC from the suburb of DC/Is quite disrupting ‘n’ the fans keep it pumping/When the rulers say “turn it down or turn it off”?/I guess I mean to offend when I say barf sounds a lot like bourgeois/Course ya’ll expect me to cave in/But it’s not happening they’ll have to lock down rap/Then I’ll scream until they make speaking yr mind illegal/ But the sequel won’t ever make a hungry man full/You peer inside the next time you bite into a fortune cookie/Take a look B it might be empty/The future ain’t bleak see it’s just disappearing/& it ain’t me who’s gonna go into that night gently [J-Bandana]: Poetic numbness leaves the populace to love less/Desensitize us to the substance/My brain will stand to be the toughest/ Controlled by constant consciousness/Feasting on freshness rejecting repeating imaging restricting normalness/Normalcy we can’t foresee entropy freely increasing constraining living in peacefulness/Peace on earth babies birthed nursed ‘n’ cursed to thirst for reductiveness [Math]: Now everybody bring yr babies on down Newborns down to Tha Underground Don’t subject them to that old sound Submerge them in Tha Underground (“Nothing’s wrong, nothing. Now I can change a man into a gorilla.” “Not me master!”) No question man can be turned into gorilla/But will you allow technology to kill you/Cos switch can be thrown ‘n’ modes get blown back/Itching at the trigger where the levers react/Equal opposite will you let sit? Why get upset? WHY GET UPSET? Let the dip sink in: we’re gorillas again/Broadcast flies to pick off our skin So we deliberately oppose: We turn off the news ‘n’ make some of our own
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Join me sister we’ll move on toward thee house in yonder hills, we’ll galumph on thru the forest until we’re close enough to kill What lies ahead guess no one knows but no’s no answer now/Our faith’s run dry ‘n’ I guess that yes if he lives there he can help He’ll turn fishes into men as long as you haul them in but the nets are only set to snare the leviathan & his traps are still all empty cos no beasts can leave the womb/The last I heard he was whispering “sleep” ‘n’ handling a broom While Saint Stephen counts the stones Saul will check our coats | Parallel very well We still were not alone & I know he knew who was listening he had it all planned out/He didn’t see the future yet he felt the present doubts But I thought he thought that I thought wrong that I knew it all along/So it comes as a surprise that his house has been vacated for so long Call the coroner the champion ‘n’ we’ll see who’s fixing who/Let the sky turn a bluer hue ‘n’ let me go on through Leave me off at the exit I promise you he’s here ‘n’ if he’s not then wait a year but don’t give up yr fear
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Bells 01:32
(Its voice sounds like someone’s running his fingers over the teeth of a comb) Trickity-lickity-hickory dock/Ding dong! Yr mama don’t wear no socks/Ding dong! I was there when she took them off/So slide-slippery-slide ‘n’ play thee psych rock/Digging for keys like Mario 2/When black mask comes to life you going to pull thru? Up Against The Wall you fall to new schedules/Censor the ***** tearing up levels/The paradigm subverter the kind you never heard of stymies you/Find me another MC with an extreme need to plant a seed speed off ‘n’ never repeat the weak, the bad, the ugly ‘n’ cheap feats rappers previously left incomplete/Ding dong! The bell tolls for thee/You’ll see me ringing it like an angel gets his wings/It’s a Wonderful Life but if you live lively/There’s no time to sleep for me I’ll Stay Awake ‘n’ catch dreams/Call me the BFG – Bizarre Freak’s Glee/The type of sick brother that you’d want to quarantine/Hop to the hip in the leper colony ‘n’ the fringe we’re in is about as mainstream as the smallest tributary/Should we flip the new scheme? For bread we don’t fiend Should I make it more clear? No Sunbeam It’s not just a Northern Virginia thing/Play it loud let yr tinnitus ring (dang) Subvert the dominant paradigm (Scratch the 7 inch wax)
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[Math/Martha]: Cos tricks ain’t tricking fingerlicking/I’m stuck to thee beat but the beat ain’t sticking/I’m strictly stricken the pace won’t quicken/I’m the cock of the walk cos the rest are chicken/I slip when I slide but at no other time/No parsley no sage no rosemary no slime/I use no additive but I add what I give/Cos the world gets liver when I live/& where we live is Tha Underground (Where the sun don’t shine) Kick it off Math/Date the cats dump the kittens/So I’m spitting wearing mittens/& if I’m in the World Series I’m home run hitting Rounding out the bases rounder than yr face is/You punk preppy fatty concerned with what my race is/Whiter than yr teeth? Oh wait they’re yellow/How about a smack you racist dense fellow? Catch the snitch like a seeker twisting like a nipple tweaker/If I’m in the lab I’m drinking boric acid from a beaker/I don’t know Drunken but I know Iron Head/We practice don’t get drunk while my parents are in bed/So I don’t drink booze I drink sparkling cider/I got a wide load of rap but yo mine’s wider/I drop rhymes faster than Bush approval ratings/Rhymes cascading MC invading So my breakbeat buckbeak ramshackle attack is heading for yr earlobes ‘n’ it’s never coming back (No sunlite, shed light where the sun don’t shine) With our 7 track style tracks slipping thru the cracks style/Yr backpack style’s whack so I’ll let loose Math’s smack style/I’m Math I’m a little nutty but my buddy’s keeping me in check while my face is looking studly/So let loose the wrath of Math on a warpath/When I’m on the mic lyrics clean like take a bath/So we’ll say it one more time ‘n’ one time only/Math ‘n’ Big Martha are never rapping phony/Cos it’s Judas sans Priest Iron with no Maiden/To take us from the rap game is like Poe without the Raven/Nevermore! & yeah it’s my opinion that all the best crews come from Northern Virginia (Backlick Road/The Path of the Math/Fairfax County) Cos we’re so underground we’ve never been out of our cellar/We don’t need mobile cos we don’t rock the cellular/We use morse code ‘n’ cups attached to strings/No digital we’re strictly into analogue things/If rap were jewelry we wouldn’t be bling/We’d be a dollar bill folded up into a ring/Cos we rock that…in tha Underground
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No comfort here we’re on thee ground ‘n we can’t reach where lost get found We must go up (you can’t stay down)/Just forge ahead (going round ‘n’ round) Our new machine (built out of sound)/Will take us there (or Underground) Load up all the noises harmonies go in the back We’re going to land hand in hand brace for impact Ship is malfunctioning but our melody’s intact Leave earth behind surface has cracked/No one will add only subtract So think of tunes (they’d never hear)/Make them collide (the atmosphere) Our new machine (built out of sound)/Goes into space (while Underground)
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(We don’t kick rhymes about booty in yr face) (We deal with such things as getting a haircut ‘r the feelings about brothers ‘n’ sisters ‘n’ the kind of anger that arises in simple family situations) [Math/Martha]:Aiiiyoo Martha boy are you ready for what/To rock to rock yeah to rock this cut/Alright Math you prepared what I gotta do?/Keep minds spinning I’ll make them move ‘n’ yo we don’t we don’t we don’t stop/Until we take we take we take it to thee top ‘n’ no we don’t we don’t we don’t quit/Until we’re thru we’re thru we’re thru with it/Underground goin on n on n on n/No Sunlite til the break a break of dawn n/Sun keeps falling falling n falling falling/No Sunlite even in the morning [J-Bandana]: Tried to express truth but it doesn’t shine/Words all pretend to but end up as lies It seems to be darkest in the middle of the night but out of Tha Dungeon it’s still No Sunlite [Math]: I patrol not slow to go go for the goal/We glow in the dark while we darken the glow/Of those overground who just just don’t know/Thinking if it’s exposed that it must be a-ok get a mental KO while we sing yo swing lo/Never fling dough in a video/No Sunlite just one bright Luddite un-tongue tied/Too much fall comes before yr pride/Grown-ups say it’s quixotic/The real on the real is that it’s symbiotic/They bog us down so we jog even further/Inspirational relationships call us the pot stirrers Cos if pop proliferates ‘n’ the devil validates/NSFTM has more reason to stand up straight (I think that it’s much more dramatic that 2 men could be working out their feelings of anger, much more dramatic than showing something of gunfire) [Math]: Absolutely resolute - we march you keep slipping/Try to get a hold but I’m equipped flipping ‘n’ dipping/Stay on my feet, block parasites I’m deet/Cos I’m slick like sleet when rubber tires hit the street/RRR spinning out but in control/Martha’s on the wheels laying beats so I can flow the flux/Suckers duck when I’m up not redux Cos we’re done we’re moving on/Math’s got a hundred thousand more rhymes for a thousand more rap songs I got as many rhymes as there’s stars times a ton/I got many rhymes like Father Abraham had many sons & many sons had father Abraham…
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Truth inspection worse infection yield at no way intersection 1 intrusion 2 contusions 3 of them would seek conclusions 4 5 6 7 no more enemies we’ll let in & it’s thee same force again Everything will never end Our ship will not set sail Seas will not prevail The seas will not prevail If we refuse to set sail 8 9 10 11 no more enemies we’ll let in 8 9 10 11 no more enemies we’ll let in
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Overboard 02:08
We’ve had to follow once again/They’ll let sheep in we won’t question how we can salvage what we’ve lost so that we’ve got is only torn apart/Hold one show one let one fall down/Thee good of all system unwound but spools ‘n’ shawls ‘n’ wool won’t lie/Sometime tonite shepherds all ask for wine but we’re stuck sucking air gets stale/Will a sheep boy turn soon as we’re frail? & situation only sets us up when even setting straight is not enough Waves they pound, won’t sink down +Our captain screams his thirst he will drink until he drowns On my word, overboard -Who will save those who don’t have a story worthy to record? Breaks the skin, herd them in +How could they answer our prayers if they commit the greater sin? Flock is lost, not worth cost -The ship is calm seas unfair not wrong can’t let ourselves be tossed Storms gone by, satisfied +All those whom we embrace are all washed up upon the shoreline Pull us thru, escape to -The calmest place isn’t with you unless we’re underneath the blue
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[Math]: I got a Math problem: what’s 7 + 2000?/That equals the year when all thee lousy get doused in/I can’t put up with this behind the back conniving/I don’t take Ritalin for the sake of rhyming/Besides man I’ve gotten a shot in my arm/Not drugs when I bust I can’t let mind be calm/This is yr alarm: the volume might be jarring Cos we’re getting louder, shot you select it when you feel/You know that NSFTM has got you jumping thru the ceiling/Cos we don’t allow frustrations to affect us for commercial/With the circle that we lurk in you know that we’re there for you Keep it focused don’t sympathize, you can’t pay mind if you distract yr eyes Look for demons that hide behind kind of like a sidewinder slides Rotting corpse in lustful disguise, they’re tempting lies they offer a prize But when war’s over who’s on yr side? & one tin soldier away he rides [NSFTM]: Listen children to a story that wasn’t written long ago/Dropping verses in the basement for Tha Dungeon folk below/Up above they’re getting jealous saying we should change our sound/It’s still a treasure if not discovered so we’re staying Underground [Math]: Captivity continually shut away out of mind Can’t confine No Sunlite unsunburned we still shine So the treasure trove no we don’t hide but we hold Might be low to the ground tho it works won’t explode But we certainly don’t allow it to turn gold & glint for the sake of praise, sell ‘n’ be sold So those who won’t know put their masterlocks on us Shackle ‘n’ brace us so the flows back ‘n’ block up But demons can’t demonize us stuck on bad habits Only keep us under raps ‘n’ get the crowd to shout “Free Barabbas!” Oh yeah I hear them screaming So we’ll kick it into gear ‘n’ quit appearing as tho we fear them For their threats from great depths don’t mean nothing Cos our deaths will at least stand for something [Big Dope Dub K]: I never really get what they’re talking about But always know what they’re going to say The more information I get bombarded with It seems the less attention I pay NOSUNLITEFORTHEMEDIA NOSUNLITEFORTHEMEDIA NOSUNLITEFORTHEMEDIA NOSUNLITEFORTHEMEDIA

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