Thought Vs. Action

[Verse 1: Doseone & Slug]
Shh, Shhh
Sheer stimulated advantage grown from a bond
Barely instantaneous, allotted is, precedence left [arm]
A not so simple subtle rampant founding foster
Fostered fostering…
The halters engulfed, think lost worth, impulse
In a cage match with instinct tossed
Regressive, wretched, stopped, re-read the sketches
No rocks off for the restless restless restless
Restless whence we broke a
Take a cleanly, instruct car, stick and stone nebulous
One caught from flowering interconnectedness
Assure it never happen again
In about four seconds the teacher will begin to think
Wedged in between when he take a swing and when he blink
Hard as me try, me never be the man
Cause people keep taking my stand as pacifist that a plan
The, beyond, any, begin, however, before, it was, or never
What’s done is… what’s done is…
Would’ve, been, occurred, ever, been born again
What’s done is… done is undone

[Hook: Slug & Doseone]
Who’s the one that’s gonna die for this?
Nobody move
And who’s the one that’s gonna fry for this?
Nobody move
And who’s the one that’s gonna try to kiss
Nobody move
Life smack dead on her lips, her apocalypse
Nobody ends

[Verse 2: Doseone & Slug]
It’s shot tranquil grey order, out so fast
Sacred, communicated each individual emotion
A car sole crashes the is and nothing left
However traces of hatred found in the fossils and erosion
He no finish finer than truce
When the lake get lit fire and the flames hit eye level
Giving no logic a perfect approve
I’ll be scorned, torn by swarm inside asking me “Why settle?”

[Sample: Woman]
He lay down in the tall grass and prepared to wait patiently
Soon the sounds of distant sweet music came to his ears
He looked up in the direction from which they came and saw a small object descending from above
At first it looked like a mere speck, but as it came down, the music became plainer and sweeter

[Verse 3: Alias & Sole (Both)]
Oh how they stifle
Siphon emotion, eye motion
I motion, mostly the disembowelment of vowel movement is best measured by how many books you burn
How many scholarly notions
Cascading through morbid emotions
Window pane evading
Chased by fading echoing, decaying masculids
Master thin candles and incense
Glasses seeping condescending sentence
Afterwards, I find no antidote for petty anecdotes
Swing fist before two lips alone
No hope for those who ponder, wondering
Through cells brought forth by useless electrodes
And modes of weakness, weakness of the movement erodes
You well to intake endowing measures
The pleasures of performing and executing
Ballads prearranged on ledger form a
Catalyst, cataclysm, fallacy, fortitude
Medulla, menacing, medicine, flushing
Spiraling unto the shallow depths of thoughtful mess
Best cast upon the liberated, jaded renaissance man
Man, I once had an idea but it didn’t get me anywhere
Read The Art of War when I should have been out fighting
Why is it the mass is unexposed to so-called great thinkers until they die?
And why do they live in fear of the fighters afraid to leave their insides?
Ah, talking, talking, walking in circles slowly assembling
A faux pas way of thought, but all thought is faux pas
Good point brought to the table of man or myth imploring bumping up
Demanding the process of leaping before jumping
I say take a leap of faith, besides
Nobody woulda knew the author is if they
Didn’t pick up a pen and action and act in
Got me more than imagining the soul, lies
Words only count in assholes and elbows
Pose a moving question for eternal value and mental redemption
Inducing actions for future thought processes exemption
I need not thought, for when a father impulses nature
[Bowl] my hands collect dust
I recollect a loss of lust