Screenplay

[Verse 1]
There’s heights I wanna reach, but I lack the wingspan
And direction to execute the use of canvas seat brush hand
Conglomerates of flesh monuments wade in shallow pools of drool
Hovering slightly above the surface of inertia’s pedestal
Pigeon on a quest to lay a rest is pushing full mission
Placing pen and pad on the altar to at least have my tools christened
How can you be content with jugular snub? Think it’s bug
That I’d rather be the noose than the owner of the neck it hugs
I practice killing thoughts by tossing brains into a tub filled with diluted blood
Drop in a radio and slept unplugged ’til minds muffled
Traumatized, eyes on death’s entrance
A step beyond human comprehension but even angels have limits
Paradise is the other side of the door, I’m looking for a portal
I’ll only leave this earthly coil when time reminds me that I’m mortal
Until then I’ll remain weightless, and y’all can stay weighed down
Despite all the faces, I continue to cage sound
The orphanage is an oasis of overturned ground
For words to blossom from pages, I gotta hit the stage now
The evidence of evolution in music sets a precedent for muses
Uninspired by the stares and the snares of Medusa’s hair, useless -
Rhyme jargon, equals lavishness, lavishness lethal
If you drink, think before you pour because accidents cause people
Don’t be mad ‘cause I focused on accuracy for the sequel, candidly
Filling the syringe to spray truth from the needle, rapidly
Painting a masterpiece with the mediums illegal
‘cause it’s extracting color from the fresh feathers of a bald eagle
Casually I search for God in a world beneath this evil
In a dark city were I’m odd because my math is an easel
With canvas matted to perfection, this lesson isn’t to please you
It’s to place you in a slideshow and reveal the fact you’re see-through

[Chorus]
It’s all a screenplay, with typecast and an over-dramatization
It’s all a screenplay, one entity directs my observation
It’s all a screenplay, a few billion stars and constellation-[?]
Where clusters wait on their big break to stagnate life’s ovulation

[Verse 2]
Now after I threw a brick through the window of opportunity, I was granted immunity
Though sex, violence and tyrants is normal, it’s all new to me
Logically a simpler way to say you’re ordinary
Possibly used to keep you dangling from a string
Topically lacking depth or surface [?]
Where juggling souls in verses can cause clowns faces to sting
Reality - an obscure view of what’s actual
Fallacy - the reflection of that tin-man’s heart
Cavalry - the orphanage weightless and spitball
Salary, the substance of stupidity ripping the world apart
But they tell me that it’s dangerous to confuse children with angels
Nah, ‘cause both have wings unseen but one has a dented halo
The more their kid lives, the more the dense is he faces the fact
That consciousness is the annoying feeling you get between naps
I place three butterflies on the cusp of a mushroom cloud’s dust
To civilize the beauty that can rest on the crust of destruction
Now if you allow it to blend, chaos can become your friend
If you locate a place where sin is erased by a substance
I am an oracle of orbital energy too finicky to be holding proof, I paraphrased ancient dogma
Because a whisper is the fastest way to spread a secret
If not locked in voice-box, pandora can stop the clock
Every drop is a shock, sifted in the petri dish
As blocks of crops produce overtures whenever the needle skips
I am a gift wrapped in cheap stationary but never stationary long enough to topple the teetering scales in my favor
Close your eyes, it allows your ear to savor the flavor
A work behavior dribbling from the tip of my tongue, to the latter I added a rung so
Now all heights can be reached, and the more I listen to the dark side [?]
It illuminates more of the savor

[Chorus]
It’s all a screenplay, with typecast and an over-dramatization
It’s all a screenplay, one entity directs my observation
It’s all a screenplay, a few billion stars and constellation-[?]
Where clusters wait on their big break to stagnate life’s ovulation

Screenplay, with typecast and an over-dramatization
It’s all a screenplay, one entity directs my observation
It’s all a screenplay, a few billion stars and constellation-[?]
Where clusters wait on their big break to stagnate life’s ovulation

[Refrain]
It’s all a screenplay
This life’s all a screenplay
Your life’s all a screenplay
Your life’s all a screenplay
Your life’s all a screenplay
Weightless runnin’ this screenplay
We runnin’ your screenplay
We runnin’ your screenplay
I’m runnin’ my screenplay
Hip-hop is a screenplay
Hip-hop is a screenplay

It’s all a screenplay