AN I ME

You see I tend to flip out
My rhyme book is like a bio booster
Energising my Biro or make my rhyme go smoother
Do you hold a real mind or computer?
Or
Is the ghost in the shell just using ya
3rd eye open
3x3
The words spoken
Although we paint beautiful pictures
The earths broken
The earths beauty?
Is worth hoping in
Faith in the seeds
Imagination what could make you believe?
The man?
The machine?
The apple?
The seed?
The idea
Now the spirit is lost
I'm right here...
Where they keep you contained wih a perfect truth
While we dream about skies that are perfect blue
With a perfect view
But you may not expect what's reflected
While the tank police keep protesters Defective
The money is safe
The rest is invested
Up in this wicked city
Already infested
With the Overfiend type you can openly sight
While the beat received the rhyme like it was hoping he'd write
The truth it's he's the true fist of the North Star when he spits
New twists on the bar
True bliss
While the AD Police patrol the cyber city
On a ghost hunt
The midnight eye
Gettin misty
Who is he?
The lensman
Came to get your mind in focus
Every frame in my mind when I wrote this
It's just a sincere love for the art form
I stay rapping with a passion
Every minute the scenes change
Check the fine detail
But often happens to fast to see
When your dealing with ideas that hard to perceive
So we salute ideas that wear a heart on the sleeve
Cos fame now is like a purse in a garden of thieves

The truth is he's the true fist of the North Star when he spits
New tricks on the bar
True bliss