In a forest of stone Underneath the corporate canopy Where the sun rarely filters down The ground is not so soft, not so soft They build buildings to
All the Protestant girls They're all swinging their hips Fresh coat of red on their lips In a solar eclipse I sat on the steps Church bells rang in my
Shes standind here like carved in stone In silence veiled, her withered cheek A childhood queen without a throne My dreamless sleeping child Red
, a working thesis From several different perspectives The Rosetta stone of sentences for rap music's tentative Entered Apprentices this is Genabis The Rosetta stone
master Iketis, Crimson you have stood From within the gleaming battles of Maiandron In between of solar light systems White stones magnetize my soul And
to bloodthirsty divinity Sacrificial spilling of blood as it flows along the solar stone primitive practices - cruel faith ceremonial dagger of stones
the hydroponic scene Found around knocked out of bounds wound Into the mind of my stone cloud Taste the thinnest of oxygen rising higher a stoner 'Cuz
. Gumshoe. Stick stone conglomerate activate massive. But the sky is falling. F-f-f-fuck you. I've hired sweatshop labor to hold candles to the solar
Don't load me up with stones Load me up with gold Weight on the shoulders Weight on the bleeding soul So you wanna break me So you wanna break my will
I laid myself down into bed To sleep away the night A vision from inside my head A sun with no sunlight Death would grip humanitiy A new Solar Ice Age
jeweled throne like Solomon, I killed your congressman with two stones Best in the fuckin country, Israeli camou' dressed bummy Ghetto guerillas, religious cats be thinkin Muncie My solar
infinity. The iridescence of the solar glimpse. Through the eyes of Himm and Hippo. Just another sole strike of the sun. A stone in the hand or the
your mic straight before you challenge 'me Your light weight and only force me to cause casualty Battery packs catch match mines with the solar powered
LOTUS! [Violent j] Like a fuckin fantastic solar eclipse or comets passing The lotus is in bloom stopping time never ever lasting Like a velvet red sunset
(scott adds "yea" in the live show) A so long A so long A so long Ten miles of fucked-up road Solar burnin' things have turned to stone
? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P I'm caught up in a zone of my own, I rome Run my fingers through my hair and give air to my stoned
bones Death and glory's free at apogee Apogee Apogee, solar bright Apogee through the night Apogee, overground Don't think, I'll be coming down A stranger wind, a solar
publishing houses O Ursa Minor, I reached my representative who pulled out the (Contract) From the File Cabinet (On microfiche) In the form of tablets made of stone