Moving 99 by Eligh
Moving 99 lyrics
If patience is a virtue then time is not meant to hurt you
But to get one to excel, propel to the next level
Don't mean to bust your bubble, but trouble is on the horizon like? visine?
The generals of the heavens are due for a visit
Is it the strong who will be protected
Or chosen for rejection
An imperfection in the system
Mass? ascending? signals to the outer limits
To signify life
When the knife is to the wrist of the earth
Witness the birth and death of a planet
As it plummets off it's access
While the blue collar taxes
Are used to fund the building of escape hatches
To pilot through the ozone
To save the VIPs
I see the future because I'm a gypsy
Melancholy runs through my veins
And my aim
Is to self educate
To vacate this plain
And arrive on a new frontier
Like renovating my fate from incineration
And babble on to emancipation
And travel on to the top
My medium of speech is hip hop
Not having to deal with the breaches of contract because my contact
Is on the under to the ground
Celebrity status getting squashed
When I'm on this apparatus it's your loss
At the same time gain
When you feel the pain of reality's aim
Is it a breakdown in judgment
Or a clown on the under
With pungent thunder as my bass line
And a lightening snare
It's no wonder where the beat is found
Under a town
Up a thousand residents
With residue in my pipe
Write little white lies? builds incompetence?
Falling from the trees like fruit
Don't expose my ears to your looted gossip
Up? looted? version of tell a phone
I want to tell a clone to tell the rest
To leave me alone
Involvement in your maze
Or fusion of confusion, truth
Is a combination turned popular like lazy-Susan
Ocular illusions I'm not philosopher
But I studied my outlook and my outtake like school
Playing the card that's queen of hearts like some would play the fool
A sample of stool
And a barcode with a brain tap
I continue to reign with the rap
Even in the year of new fears and tears
Appearing on the cheeks of the weak
Mere mortals portals to life
? sport holes? in the garden of Eden for the growth of new thought patterns
Even battered and beaten I'm still feeding children of the stars
When my address is changed to 1326 hill drive on mars
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