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Listener - Decadence
(from the album Whispermoon)
© copyright 2003

We'll say raps, and you'll listen to them.
It's nothing new really, we're not trying to start trends.
We'll speak what's on our mind, maybe gain a few friends.
Running around your pool, swimming in decadence.

Verse 1: Listener
When my lines get punched it gives you cauliflower ear, sorry.
I'm so glad you finally got the chance to blow up,
except for the fact that it was only in your face, you'll get over it.
I think it's fantastic that you're out here rapping.
It's like you're a really funny joke, but without all the laughing.
I seem to be sprinkling chocolate gem-drop jewels over gold fronted fools.
Carrying the heaviest of styles with the most handsome of pack mules.
I'm talking about cement feathers, and tiny rhinoceros bull elephants.
Like a non-matriculated student freaking rap robot factory starter kits.
Pushing, iron butterflies through an obviously easy maze,
and getting self conscious almost sick sitting through your kinds of praise.
I'm chained and it's upsetting. You're brain dead and I'm regretting.
That I've even chose to take this much artistic license by wetting.
Your appetite and letting us get this far along without trying to teach you something.
Painting purple and blue circles around your itchy head thoughts snapping like, trees.
I sit with a smile, you stand with a blank look.
Lets all sing and dance and bake cookies for 3rd world countries,
and then go & write a book about how we went and conquered all,
and didn't even have a chance to try and fall,
and then decided to tear down a bunch of walls, and blah-blah-blah.
It's silly to me to have all the smoke and mirror puppet agendas.
I really am free see I no longer have a need for your quasi-safe haven placenta.
You've got something to say, that's great let's get up and say it.
You've got something to listen to, that's right because I made it.

Verse 2: Soulheir the manCHILD
Le't print flyers about our dislikes and random outlooks
And canvas bookstores and coffee shops, all the cars in the parking lot
Rant about who's calling shots
The cops making bad decisions
Challenge fact and fiction
Basically mask it as activism
And on the backside of that full-color laminated cloud of smoke
We'll promote the malt-liquor-flavored cigarettes down your thraot
The ground is broken, slip into the cracks and take a breather
Pull the toxins in
Then go buy a round of flavored oxygen
Fill your lips with collagen
See we've surveyed lots of me
And they prefer their women to look like the anorexics that are modeling
Their skin and bones
So alter your ego, don't end up alone
Perfection's just a call away, pick up your mobile phone
We've outgrown morality, as most traditions hold it
So it's okay to beat our women as long as we don't use a closed fist
You know this
America, you're 3 paces from hopeless
Haven't you indulged yourself enough?
I mean, you're looking a little bloated

Verse 3: Listener
Most of the time I'm just content to sit around and rhyme.
But then other times I feel I should do something more responsible with my most of the times.
I really do need to get a new hobby and stop trying to waste your precious...blank.
Mostly because of the sweat that stings my eyes when I work too hard,
but I know it's the stress that leaves me breathless.
Your a true statue and I'm not talking about a rock that doesn't move.
Your like a rock that someone else made that tries to look like something that doesn't move.
And I feel like I should be embarrassed, but then I know that others are for me.
I know that there are others that are forming a carefrontational group for me.
But let's just take this time to give a deepspace5 to all the people who ignore me.
But then if they did that, then I would feel like they've turned their backs on me.
And obviously they have.
Most of the time I'm just content to sit around and rhyme.
But then other times I feel like doing something more fun than just boring raps.
Like I should be playing with the other kids swinging and being outside.
But with these allergic reactions to people I have to be happy with living inside.
I need to go and get that checked, have it looked at really soon.
Because the infection I've got going is starting to hurt and fester.
See I'm home schooled and gullible wearing my name on a brass belt buckle.
My mom calls me Dan but my shiny buckle says my name's Lester.
Most of the time I'm just content to sit around and rhyme.
But then again I never really do just sit around and rhyme.
That's a falsity on my part.