Tis The Season

Duration

7:05

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Tis the season, the age of reason The rage of treason, page a la heathen It’s this feeling, a teasing of the legions And a releasing from the lesions, pleases It seethes from the infected in dialectic rhetoric The dire hectic, a liar’s insidious verbal septic However, it’s the truth in the soul that screams Holes in the holy, the machine that dreams Eyes that beam, flies that seem to gleam, dully I, that deems what the to-be-teamed be, bully Is the pulpit; guilty is the culprit, filthy the spirit Sniff the aroma then gulp it, death we fear it So we drink from the cup until we burst out So we feed from the plate until we thirst gout Girth of the stout, mirth of a pastor’s inner doubt The opportunity cost of the pre-determined route But don’t drive through the ghetto, oh fellow The meadow of the fallen littered with hell’s glow And the barren that bellow from below the low Who can’t grow, can’t scare off the plethoric crows Quoting Edgar Allan Poe in choric dissonance Dissidence internally, self-loathing’s eternal dance Poetic pestilence, justice is dependent on skin Flow ethics into the subjective to ignore your sin Tis the season, victory for the reasonless Seems in God’s eyes, the ignorant are the blessed While the dreams in my eyes confessed to wear Confessed to tear and to the emasculate care It’s the immaculate hypocrisy, oxymoronic breath Moxie’s death met with oxycotin mixed in the sex Mixed in to Seth, wrist stained by syringe mistrials Misfiled meth into the orange-tape milliliter vials The eyes dialed to twelve, speakers thus dilated The seeker’s violated by the demon’s gyration The self-immolation of this pyromaniac of a nation We’re all gonna starve if you eat a double ration Where Satan puts the cock in Caucasian today If you haven’t known both good and evil you ain’t got shit to say The campfire in which Baby Jesus tonight shall lay Horse is for hay, whores are for pay, radioactive May The way is wrong but other directions inconceivable There’s a new Pope, but the Vatican is still damn evil The infants born feeble, should’ve been aborted The parents scorned by people, not God-important The distorted were imported from lands now forgot Now they’re just “Americans”, conformity they’ve bought Along with their fifty-inch flat screen and PlayStation 3 Wondering why the malnourished call for World War 3 Tis the season and the weather’s rolling in The leathered skin tolling from the ice that’s thin A rolling pin held by a rolling pinhead, menacingly The tinfoil cap on the paranoid skull, Dennis Leary Weary from travels across the land, preaching the Good word of rhyme to the blind, make them see It’s the snow you can’t ski, the sky that ain’t blue If right and wrong are both lies, what the fuck is true? Got a thousand homies shot up hustling they cities Got a thousand babies rustling against empty titties The itty-bitty sin city we pity admittedly makes us Feel giddy in our pathetically malleable fake trust We pray to God to allow us to enter his kingdom Not realizing we’re already in hell for his petty fun Some may cry blasphemy at these words, but yet It’s common knowledge people make great pets The city breathes the selfish and wicked in the darkness Intermittent repetition of death, the face of Harkness In all starkness, to blaspheme is to practice humanity Our mortality and emotional unreality, more than the Religious instability of those like Sean Hannity, ignorami It’s absolutely gorgeous when you die, the Rigormorti It’s a lodi-dodi up in the Illuminati’s no-body party The falsehood’s exhilaration, Loti in Malkovich’s body Tis the season, the age of reason The rage of treason, page a la heathen It’s ambrosia the demons are eating Burning down every last tree in Eden It’s a Rodney King beating on a hobo in the street It’s a elephant herd’s stomping on the concrete It’s a cactus, centuries ahead, evolved for heat While some still starve, deprived of any given teat The plutocracy has eradicated democratic ideals The prohibition of the only plant that truly heals The explosion of the only plant that powers the town The flowers surrounding the graves of war’s hounds The pups of the abyss out to feast on a silly bitch While the grim reaper’s kiss evades the filthy rich It’s the exhale of CO2 and the tang of the Wu It’s the dead end trail of H20 drinkable by Hu Manity, absolute insanity is our history of stupidity A child without a mother or father is the epitome Of what the daily genocide has in store for all One’s called a conspiracist just for having the gall To speak out against the game that plays us all The US of America, this abandoned shopping mall The idiocracy is imminent, research given up for Lent I’m a fucking atheist and I’ll be the first to repent Part 2 Tis the season, though not to be jolly Oh golly the folly has sullied me, Polly Pop a molly, sweat a bucket cause fuck it The sucked in generation, stuck with this shit Atlas Shrugged a while back, irresolute in effort The worst afflicted, homeless seen as lepers A country embodied by Giffords with an AK Antibiotics too expensive, hoarsely cheering USA May God or Allah or whatever deity it may be Take mercy on the collective soul of our country Institutionalized sociopathic, racist and dogmatic Twenty dead six year olds, illegalize semi-automatic It’s the turned cheek missing the critical evidence It’s the learned meek explaining the precipice Resting beneath our feet, topsoil ready to give Does a newborn baby not crying want to live? The good deeds ignored, the bad deeds exploited The heir’s only fourteen, but he’s still being anointed A new coin’s being minted to spark some inflation A homeboy’s window’s tinted; radio got one station The station ain’t talk; it’s just some Wiz Khalifa and some Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Chief Keef and Rihanna Kid got his permit but can’t point out Iraq on a map He can roll a mean joint, but ain’t got a job in the trap Tis the season, the age of reason The rage of treason, page a la heathen It’s ambrosia the demons are eating Burning down every last tree in Eden