Underachiever
Qwel

Send* corrections to the typist [Verse


]:The

space it takes to time travel ain't worth the effort Mic

saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network As

clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfect This

pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertex Serpents

smell with your tongues and wait for blackouts Yo

for, sure s sells** check wealth at the crack house Appachis

don't stop but, the candle burns At

both ends while most men just channel surf It's

gonna take more then folded hands to part the skies So

lets drown from the ground up Imperfection

starts with I Am

god and god's not hard rock or worthy slaves Surfer

make the paper sleep late pray, for early graves I

hope we catch ebola just, what man deserves Built

god with satellites but, couldn't handle earth It'll

flood 'till the blood spills but, you still wouldn't believe it No

control alt, delete, it I'm

on my way to be it The

time it takes to space travel ain't worth the distance If

I could reach the remote from here then I convert the mission Worse

then vision splitting headaches What

man's set on looking These?

books are too heavy plus, the antenna's crooked The

batteries are drained I, think I'll wait it out But

way the pounds of apathy I, think I hate this couch We

can slouch into a fetus all, we need is television With

long spoons to feed us s and** exorcism Internet

access to find our souls E-mail

me dogs cynical, smiles and barcodes Homes

are only shelters only, shelves of a man Remote

is where the heart is the, heart is gettin' bent Yo

we, can start right now here, in Chi-town I'll

die if you have to you, know I'm down With

an automatic bag of chips the, honeybun's out What

channels the revolution on The? motherfucking couch [Verse


2 ]:Cameras

for the crips like, gifts for the thieves When

he's only fifteen and got a tip from his seeds So

what's kid gonna read when, clips is magazines When?

god drowns we re; surrounded by fags and fiends Rapping

teen actors on the magic screen Lies

for halftime why's, he laughin' at me Let?

the smoke flow out through his platic speech Patching

dream jobs for slaves saving, half the fee Hack

the feet off at, the khaki cuff Need

batteries for windows 'cause, reality sucks Half

to give up something right The?

library's sold meet, us on the ones and twos in binary code Hypnotize

my mind is, it time to explode Is?

my spine a remote or, am I in control As?

I portray this wisdom image actor see But

why's this plastic thing pointed, back at me Pointed

back at me (pointed back at me)


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