E-Klipse - Trip To Earth

Should have a few more songs uploaded over the next couple days.

Beat is by Dark Hill Productions

MP3
http://www.sendspace.com/file/jwzdkd

Lyrics
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You can be my voodoo doll
No strings attached
I don't sing, I rap
I don't think, I snap
They tell me
You won't build with that
Attitude, your music
Too much soul bring it back
Before the corporate kings attack
And storm your building
Tortured when kidnapped
Water boarded and pics snapped
When I'm let free
The court system just laughs
Told to hush
Before their system collapses
Told my music is like
Practicing witch craft
The listeners fined
If they're tracked listening to that
They're brainwashed in the blood of the lamb
Told Rapture is still intact
It's a trap you're assisting their cash
Victims of the war on intelligence
Memory wiped like a crash on impact
With massive whiplash
Nothing left the atlas been tapped


Take a trip to Earth
Evil is everywhere
No escape from the demons
Mind slaves of Eden


Evil is everywhere
No escape from the demons
Tree hugger mind slaves of Eden
Till that lush forest burns
Away and it's seedless
From GMO contaminants
The phase of theater
Nothing is real
God will show up
Before we get an awakened leader
A weather controlled time capsule
No parades for seasons
Drug dealers moving more bricks
Than ancient Egypt
A country of junkies
Without a way to see it
I can only take language so far
Melodies of desolation it's dark
Little renovation with old ideas
Everyone gets the revelation it's art
I'm done waiting for
When entertainment is smart
Same plot regenerating the parts
Give me a spaceship to Mars
Where creativity doesn't
Place you behind bars


The birth of a giant
My ultrasound was a sperm whale
A waste of talent
Inside this censorship word jail
Music's starting to turn stale
Wholesale sellouts for brand recognition
Corporate hip hop is for cowards
Among em not a man in existence
Once a land of expedition and cutting edge
Now you get slammed for explicit
Lyrics in your jam and it's finished
Somehow we been so dumb downed
That we're fans of this business
Another fake gangster rapper
And they're stamping your ticket
I've taken the stance that it's sickening
Tried to branch out
Got hung from that branch for my vision
Ironic street creds
Based on having a mansion isn't it
It's all an image
Hip hop fads
If you rap bout swagger
You are what hip hop isn't

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