Lyrics:
Up until one century ago there lived,
In the Zi Duang provence of eastern country
A glass-like spider.
Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons over its web,
In weeks creating a macabre
Shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers,
Like floors in a building
At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with almost apparent
Care, were tiny, shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops.
Sit in darkness understand what I am is what I am
Overshadowed by assertion makes me certain
Solemn ponder wander shake shaded with a doubt nightmare full of fear
Solvent raining from the sky backlog danger hypnotize glass blown eyes
Stain in drain on procreate fascinate me instigate care to here morbid
Desert ice cream eyes so deceiving fraternize carefully
Create vision fabricate smash to pieces watch and wait crash glass houses
Hasten grasp calculate foreign object phornicate smash glass houses
Misinterpret reprimand are you here myself demands
Mediocre are you hearing headspace clearing
Through the object-glass
See the round world
C'mon, make washed picture
On the parquet floor
I didn't know your essence
But I've had sweeping plan
You could be my woman
I could be your man
Oh, these modern women
They're really hags
Illusory bookworms
And houses of the cats
Your vanilla dreamings
Don't relate to life
I can't stand these muddles
And I stay by my side
Modern women
They can't lie
You're vanilla queen
I'm vanilla king
Modern women
I will try
You're vanilla queen
I'm vanilla king
Good pork, good stone
Good pork, good stone
Nice to bang, babe
Nice to bang, babe
Good pork, good stone
Good pork, good stone
Let the gods envy to you, babe!
Spin the top
on the table
Striped in stark leaves
And times longways
Stranded in the room lobby
Scrambling to the mean animatronic shiva
What befits is novelty
Bounds out toward
And blue pumpkins
Then blimp and cape sketched out on the dote-map
Bounds out toward unbridled fields
Like flat-folk peering over bluffs
Yellow scalloped objects through glass blocks
And the still-water river-cephalopods
Valhalla I am certain
Transcluscent I am rewarded
Innumerable, I am saved
Purview
Keyboard, Weapon, knife ,window, aircraft, door, tree, ball, oven,
train, car, plane, shoes, glass table, object
An idea for a video
A piece of Plexiglas with a camera behind it
And you put dirt and other objects on the glass
And there is a man in white pants leaning against a telephone pole blowing up balloons
And it's about how much you want to feel it
And it's about how much you need to feel it
And it's about somewhere in between it
Their expressions there reveal it
I want to stay down inside my house
Stay inside and never go out
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
An idea for a video
Two cops on stake out
And one says to the other, "Watch that man"
And then the camera pans and you're in a little girl's birthday party
and she is just brushing her hair in the mirror
And it's about how much you need to feel it
And it's about how much you try and feel it
And it's about how much you want to feel it
And it's about how much you have to feel it
I want to stay down inside my hometown
Stay anonymous and never get famous
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
An idea for a video
Now let's go back in time
It's 1974
There's a gallery somewhere in the world
And there's a young girl age 23
Standing in the middle of the space
In front of her is a table
On the table there's 76 objects
For pleasure and for the pain
Some of the objects are glass of water, a coat, a shoe, a rose but also the knife, the razor blade, the hammer-
And the pistol with one bullet
There's instructions which says
"I'm an object you can use everything on the table on me, I'm taking all responsibility even killing me"
And the time is 6 hours
The beginning of this performance was easy
People would give a glass of water to drink
They'd give me a rose
But after very soon
There was a man take the scissor and cut my clothes
And then they'll take the thorns of the rose and stick in my stomach
Somebody take razor blade and cut my neck and drink the blood
And I still have the scar
The women would tell the men what to do
The men didn't rape because
It was just a normal opening and it was art public and they're with their wives
They carry me around and put on the table and put a knife between my legs
And somebody took the pistol and put a bullet and put it against my temple
And another person take the pistol and they start fight
And after 6 hours was finished
I start walking towards the public
I was a mess
I was half-naked
I was full of blood and tears were running my face
And everybody escape- they just ran away, they couldn't confront myself with myself as a normal human being
And then what happened is
I went to the hotel
It was 2 in morning and
I look myself in the mirror
And I had a piece of gray hair
Alright
Please take your blindfolds
Unidentified flying object in space
If I were identified you couldn't make me erase
You never understood me and I'd have to applaud
It's lonely out here alone but I can't be what I'm not
You can be all the writing on the wall
That you want
I'll be the line across it
I'll blow your mind
I'll blow your mind
And all the others can shine
But not like I can shine
You could have set me free
If you'd eased up on the line
It's supposed to be quiet
But it's loud in this sky
I'll take care of the vultures with a glass of wine
You can be all the writing on the wall
That you want
I'll be the line across it
I'll blow your mind
I'll blow your mind
You can be all the writing on the wall
That you want
I'll be the line across it
I'll blow your mind
I'll blow your mind
HEAD OF GLASS
On the first day
My true love gave to me a head of glass
It stands by time
And light is shone on the head of glass
Love was never clear
Until it showed to me, transparency
Now I can see what’s going on
In this head of glass
Other objects seem opaque
When close to this head of glass
People say that all in love are blind
But not this time ‘cause
I can see to find my way
Whatever the design
I don’t want to live without your body near mine
I’ll understand anon
I was confused, you gave no clues
There’s no expression
On the head of glass
I hang my spectacles every night
On my head of glass
So when I dream
It helps me notice when you walk past
If I look deep into those crystal eyes
It’s no surprise that
I can see to find my way
Whatever the design
I don’t want to live without your body near mine
I’ll understand anon
I was confused, you gave no clues
There’s no expression
On the head of glass
You kept your secrets
From the head of glass
People say that all in love are blind
But not this time ‘cause
I can see to find my way
Whatever the design
I don’t want to live without your body near mine
I’ll understand anon
I was confused, you gave no clues
There’s no expression
On the head of glass
You kept your secrets
From the head of glass
Faces of liars, faces of glass
Walk on the wire but they won't get past
Hold me darlin' don't let go
Save each other from a world of woe
I want you darlin' I want you right now
Come to me baby, we'll show each other how
You are the object of my desire
Open your mouth and put out the fire
You and me, you and me
We've got the magic, don't you see
We fall down, we get hurt,
We get up, and take a drink from the loving cup
Resurrection of original sin
Calls to me on the midnight wind
You are the object of my desire
Open your mouth
Put out the fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yo, yo
Oh (oh) luxury
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh, oh) collard greens
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh, oh) down with the shit
Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, ay (yeah, yeah)
Oh (oh, oh, oh) down with the shit
Cop this, pop this, down, down with the shit (ay, oh, oh, oh)
Smoke this, drink this
Straight to my liver
Watch this, no tick
Yeah, I'm the nigga
Gang rap, X-mas
Smoke, shots out the liver
Faded, Vegas
Might sponsor the killer
Shake it, break it
Hot hot for the winter
Drop it, cop it
Eyes locked on your inner object
Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiendin' (uh)
Gimme, gimme, gimme some
Freak the freckles off your face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue
Click my link and spread your buns
Lose your denim, make it numb
Blow it, baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, icky, uh (icky)
Fucking in the car service
Thank me for the carpool
Chromosome, part full
Prolly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco
Popping since the intro
You shopping from the window
Play my favorite tempo
Oh (oh) luxury
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh, oh) collard greens
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh, oh) down with the shit
Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, ay (yeah, yeah)
Oh (oh, oh, oh) down with the shit
Cop this, pop this, down, down with the shit
Hold up, biatch
This your favorite song
Translation, Ven aquí, mami, ese culo
Tú quieres coger mis huevos, y papi me desespero
Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabrón, let's get it
Nights like this I'm a knight like this
Sword in my hand, I fight like this
And I'm more than a man, I'm a god
Bitch, touché, en garde
Toupee drop and her two tits pop
Out of that tank top and bra
And when I say, "Doot-doot-doot-doot," bitch, that be K.
Live inside your head
Get out of your bed
Brush the cobwebs off
Wash your crazy mop
Dry with so much care
Have you thought of this?
The object of your love
Prob'ly don't exist
There's a big hole in the sky where rain falls in
People wasting all my time 'cause time grows thin
They're looking for answers to the same old questions
How, why, where?
Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid
Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid
Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid
Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid
Raindrops fall down my window
But they don't wanna see me cry
One pill take me to heaven
But they don't wanna see me die
Small worlds keep me together
But it look a lot bigger inside
Madness still creeps up on me
But I reckon we gon' be alright
TfL rides at night and I'm sat there thinking what has this world come to
The solemn stare at me, I stare back its sharp so the knife just cuts through
I see a shattered reflection of someone who still don't know what they might do
Broken glass makes sharp objects,
Will I shine or make that move?
Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid
Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid
Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid
Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid
Take me back-back, to the day-day- okay
Close- close
Lost track and we lost track and we- found our way,
(me ah just a london boy)
Take me back-back (take me back)
To the day-day- okay
Close, close (me ah just a london kid)
Lost track and we lost track and we- found our way,
(Me ah just a London boy
Me ah just a London kid)
Q-Tip is my title, I don't think that it's vital
For me to be your idol, but dig this recital
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissing
Slinging this and that, cause this and that was missing
Instead, it's been injected, the Tribe has been perfected
Oh yes, it's been selected, the art makes it protected
Afrocentric living, Africans be givin'
A lot to the cause cause the cause has been risen
Some brothers, they be flamming, thinking we ain't slammin'
Coming off like the days where we used to wear the tans and
A blue-collar talker, a hemisphere stalker
A glass of OJ and a ten mile walk-a
If you're in a Jeep and you dig what you're hearing
Can I get a beep and a side order of cheering?
Q-Tip is my title, I don't think that it's vital
For me to be your idol, but dig this recital
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissing
Slinging this and that, cause this and that was missing
Instead, it's been injected, the Tribe has been perfected
Oh yes, it's been selected, the art makes it protected
Afrocentric living, Africans be givin'
A lot to the cause cause the cause has been risen
Some brothers, they be flamming, thinking we ain't slammin'
Coming off like the days where we used to wear the tans and
A blue-collar talker, a hemisphere stalker
A glass of OJ and a ten mile walk-a
If you're in a Jeep and you dig what you're hearing
Can I get a beep and a side order of cheering?
What's the color of greed
Dirty grey and some horrible weed
Lil homie pull down your sleeves
Break the glass wit blunt object
Let's take what they own, and be ready to leave
If you hear anything
I'm hungry
See we been plotting for weeks
I'm fucking starving, I'm weak
These niggas got paper, I know they do
They had two beamers parked outside
And Audi coup
I need a lot loot
I know they got it, shit
You got gloves?
I just wanna take you home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa
I crept up behind her
Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like Rice
I call mami Montana, bandana
Tied her hands up, this is gangsta love
Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked
This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude
Poured a glass of Army, got mama in the mood
Then she stripped for me like the "Moulin Rouge"
I think I might wife her
Y'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit, white Nike her
Add mami to the cypher
R.O.C. for life cuz, the gang motherfucker
[Chorus]
I make ya hotter than the next bitch, no need
For you to ever sweat the next bitch, with speed
I make the next bitch see the exit, indeed
Gotta know you're ver-ily respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive
You get your own 2002, she through ridin'
Keep yo' ass tighter than Versace
That's why you gotta watch yo' friends
You gotta watch me, they connivin' shit
See I just wanna freak your body-adi-adi
I know you don't do this for everybody-adi
But everybody ain't as horny as me
And your body's, callin', me
[Chorus]
Uhh, yeah
Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag
The thick stitched seam and her favorite ass jeans
Y'all know the first date wearers
To make objects bigger than they appear like a rear view mirror
Oh her shoe game is real
She gave 'em the Christian Libountins(?)
Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack
Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on
Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
Paid cash, all ones
Some old bitch came up to me and said, "What's the latest bro?"
Thirty licks with a belt - same old tricks on myself
And I wonder does everyone else live this way
A succession of tests a triumphant success
Each time I'm still intact at the end of the day
thirty drops in a glass - keep my temper and pass
With my breath held you bastards you lucked out again!
Its not really so bad, there's still mom there's still
Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands
its no mystery: you should obviously go
Before I break everything
You're always telling me that you're dying to know
But you're not really listening
how do I manage to station myself in harms way
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
That I have no way to pay - and no strength to argue
My personal demons can scheme with professional care
Oh, god, they're after me
If I could shut them out just for an second
I swear
I could stop this catastrophe
thirty day guarantee
But they can't have meant me
After all I was born to a childproof world
No sharp corners or glass,
Small objects or plastic bags
Please, these are death to a delicate girl
its no mystery - you should obviously know
That I'll destroy everything
So don't go telling me that you're dying to know
Cause you'll get what you're asking for
and I still manage to station my self in harm's way
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
Stating I came the wrong day
Now all the demons are screaming their wages aren't fair
I've left a secret kept
If I could shut them up just for a second I swear
It'll look like an accident
I could be decent yet
The magnificent end
I could be president....
Scream out against the glass
The sound reflected unable to escape
Desperate to connect
Lashing out at words that fail to appear
Bound in silence
The failure of sound (never learned)
Instinct urges on
As the mind creates its own obstacles
Waging internal war
Between the objects and the abstract
Eloquence of the inner voice
The poetry of the condemned
A stream of consciousness
Never to be understood
Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack
Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on
Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks
Paid cash, all ones
Some old bitch came up to me and said, "What's the latest bro?"
[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like when I dropped my first joint making the world "Holla"
I kept it "Between Me And You"
'Cause that what real street niggaz do
"Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely
Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized
When will they realize I "Live It Up"
Cop tha coke sell it and re' it up
I'm "Always On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize"
From the "Thug Lovin" load the clip
Cock back the nine, open mouth shove it
Look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it
And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin'
When my wild Rule' thuggins, lookin' to get a come up
Come on in and catch the angel that's all in
Call me Lord remis' my time, and I'll arrive with
Blood in my eyes
[Hussein Fatal Talking]
That's what real niggaz do you know
We hold it down for each other
We don't waste time we get it done
Why not, Why would'nt we, you know
That what goes down you know
You draw yours, I draw mine
Who ever get the drop that what it is
The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo)
[Verse 2 Ja Rule]
Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it
Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it
On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by
But never really get right, livin off of the hit I
"DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight
Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes
And I'm hearin' you letting yo' health slide these days
And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to
Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a little liqour
And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you let us know
That Dre was a queer before
And "Marshall" how dare you use his name in vain
Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain
But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine
Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of
The game is that man , I guess this world need change
So we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave
Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage
Rule' and Gotti america's most wanted to many..
My waiter is a Brando affecting Nicholson's smile
I feel a sort of compassion but choking down my dinner was a trial
The sixty-five year old poet, he's still finding his voice
I read his old yellow clipping calling him the poor man's shithouse Joyce
The impossible dream, yes you will find out
His face was a jackal it seemed to her in the dim
She clutched her precious objects that held no meaning for him
She stuffed her screeching child into a stroller
It's throwing cheap plastic toys in its wake
Transfixed and horrified he watched it snack on some kind of albino cake
The impossible dream, yes you will find out
Start at the top and live like you're always willing to fall
But you know it makes no difference to me
This year you'll reinvent yourself and grow
Comfortably soft you'll jump over the barbed wire
And get your giblets torn off
Slow motion in a crashin' car
Her halo formed in broken glass
Yellow police tape and a blonde wig
I guess you went too fast
The impossible dream, yes you will find out
I rise from sleep
As a ray strokes my shoulder
Wishing to walk unveiled
To the world - my flesh on view these
Things stand in our way - the cold
Of the earth, the state of our minds and
The camouflage the sticky
Threads that communicate the meaningless in
A thousand different ways my
Voice shuns your honey words on hour
Glass shapes on the fragile, unreal
Objects of desire the words don't flow
Neither the feelings no more ink
On wood to betray my thoughts just this
A cry on the dark side
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