A rhythmic interpretation of current ideals for our society and the ridiculousness of practicing it.

Invested Interests

It's a ploy on how (shock value > skill) ANY day...

Lyrics:

Our Nikes are the point of psyche in our days,
 Sport these jeans, this brand, sike, the trend has changed,
Consumer capital makes the sights we see deranged,
 We hoard the green, yet stand away from supporting brains?

I caught a wiff of an existence, only thought,
 It caused a drift in my wisdom, so I stopped,
Guess what it is? The portrayal of my spot,
 I'm asked for and entitled to find the seeds I've sought,

Practices make actions, thoughts turn into deeds,
 You can think up any problem and never see proceeds,
But if you practice what you preach, expect a spot to steep,
 That idea's status will boil, rewards will be awarded free,

To add context to a blaring rant of rhetoric,
 I feel perplexed, but I'll add to plaster better picks,
My job is awesome, yet I plan rise so quick,
 I'm frustrated that it takes a proven cataclyst,

I'm no scientist, but I know raising the bar's hard,
 Been so active in my struggle I forget about the yard,
There are plenty awesome people, pushing projects starred,
 Am I selfish to feel bottom while my objects live so large...?

Cataclyst To Depression

EW3 - Goodfellas - FTW

Goodfellas is a place of high demands and high rewards,
 We have this practice dialed as a brand these punks ignore,
To be the best, we simply beat the rest of all the hordes,
 in a simple test of lag and hax, and somehow we still soar,

We might have higher tensions, or a guild fueled by our rage,
 Yet the Hall of Fame exists to bench our name upon its page,
Fuck these hacker guilds that think extensions of their grade
 will help them win this goddamn war, our guild shall still remain,

We're the best there is, no doubt to that, all shall feel our stance,
 Try to badger any of us and we'll take you to the back,
Toss your ass around for practice and wait for members to match,
 At least that way we're happy that its not noobs that we will catch,

You try to fight us cleanly, and you die as quick as light,
 You try to spite us dirty, and you cry when we still fight,
You try to join our dream team, we're filled up every night,
 You don't really think we're thirsty, we destroy every sight.

Goodfellas

You think a bit of rhetoric will make your spit sound pro as shit?
 Your twink ass grips embellishment, your flow is spoiled, you should quit,
Once you learn a rhythm or gain the ear to hear the beat,
 Come back to me livid and share your pain in speech,
For now go back to benches, wipe your tears off of your cheek,
 Try to practice frenches with your tongue on the boy's beak,
I tried to tell you simply but your ignorance is peaked,
 Now I have to write this syllabus so your brain may take a teach,
Whether its been taught or sought, you'll learn that I'm elite,
 Stop your jaw and crop your song, just learn what is defeat,
Let's speak about your crabby ass and vagina in your cleft,
 I've seen more flabby lips on calfs mowing grass to digest,
I know you often act as if the world is under you,
 Admittedly I'm guilty of this action fueling rude,
The difference is I'm a master of ruling noobs,
 This instance is a disaster of a loose attempt to prove,
Why should we, a people free, think of pacts?
 A system abused, be considered laughed at?
"Look dick, we've used a crashed stack,
 and the issue is resolved, yet you press back."
Shut the fuck up with your past luck,
I'm not the front of your lack of trust,
Though I love the practice, I'm certainly removed,
From the base of common culture and the feed of current news,
Introverted is a habit and I'm burdened as my muse,
Perhaps I taste the balance of a Tranny confused?

Nicholas Hazel 2