WRG: Microphone Assassin

This Ain't Covert Ops, I'm a Microphone Assassin
Disco Instrumental Mix
118 BPM
C Minor

This Ain't Covert Ops, I'm a Microphone Assassin

Lyrics:

Gears grind in the cosmos, infinite motion
Rhymes like waves in a stardust ocean
Planets spin vinyl on a cosmic deck
Bars stretch wide, space-time gets wrecked

Galactic grind, the axles of rhyme
Tick-tocking stars in celestial time
Clockwork sky where the lyrics align
Colliding in the cipher, eternal design

Nebula ink stains my pen with glow
Flow so black hole, it swallows the show
Solar flares burse, spit fire from a mic
Infinite orbits, my bars take flight

Consellations weave beats in the dark
Rhythm aligns like a spaceman's heart
Timeless, boundless void be the stage
Ecliptic lines trace my planetary rage

Gravitational pulls drag bars through time
Each rhyme a quake, seismic in design
Satellites echo this interstellar scheme
Milky Way melodies cradle the dream

Galactic grind, the axles of rhyme
Tick-tocking stars in celestial time
Clockwork sky where the lyrics align
Colliding in the cipher, eternal design

Galactic grind, the axles of rhyme
Tick-tocking stars in celestial time
Clockwork sky where the lyrics align
Colliding in the cipher, eternal design

Nebula ink stains my pen with glow
Flow so black hole, it swallows the show
Solar flares burse, spit fire from a mic
Infinite orbits, my bars take flight

Consellations weave beats in the dark
Rhythm aligns like a spaceman's heart
Timeless, boundless void be the stage
Ecliptic lines trace my planetary rage

Gravitational pulls drag bars through time
Each rhyme a quake, seismic in design
Satellites echo this interstellar scheme
Milky Way melodies cradle the dream

Galactic grind, the axles of rhyme
Tick-tocking stars in celestial time
Clockwork sky where the lyrics align
Colliding in the cipher, eternal design

Galactic Grind

Lyrics:

You'd have to understand my methods to replace me
So your only other option is to erase me
But the joke's on you, not me
I am Johnny Appleseed

Planted my roots where the darkness feeds
Tended the dirt where the wild grow free
The shadows whisper but they don't scare me
I've been raising forest, I've been shaping seas

I'm the sower of dreams, the grower of deeds
What I plant in the earth, it never concedes
You can cut me down, you can bleed my seeds
But they'll rise again, cuz they're born to lead

The wind's my hymn and the rain brings life
Each drop's a story cut through strife
The woods are my legacy carved by knife
An orchard of rebels standing tall in spite

Every sapling stands a chapter of mine
Roots like veins in the passage of time
Erase me try but you'll never confine
My forests sing truths that's borderline divine

I'm the sower of dreams, the grower of deeds
What I plant in the earth, it never concedes
You can cut me down, you can bleed my seeds
But they'll rise again, cuz they're born to lead

What I plant in the earth, it never concedes
You can cut me down, you can bleed my seeds
But they'll rise again, cuz they're born to lead

Johnny Appleseed

Lyrics:

I’m walking along
And I’m walking alone
On this violent road
In a world that’s long gone
And I can’t hold it in
Or I’m gonna implode
Cause I’m sick of this world
All the sick and the hurt done 
to all of the girls
Their self image is gone
And it’s gone to the squirrels
And its nuts 
But one one wants to face up
To the facts
That we’ve got this shit backwards
So we yell
And we troll
And we take on these roles
We protest in the streets
we block lanes of traffic
For people driving to eat
But we don’t help the addict
just look at the food
we give to homeless it’s cruel
give them a microwave dinner
That they can’t even heat up
just raw chicken expired
There’s no apartments to live in
And they can’t make a campfire
Cause we made camping illegal
But we decriminalized
All the fentynal 
And not the real vampires
In Wall Street, I’m tired 
Because they suck our blood
While social media they flood
With a legion of liars 
And I’m trying to keep
My cool hour after hour
In million dollar coffins they sleep
We need to take back the power
And The cops walk the halls
With their guns out
But they can’t even take out
A single school shooter
It’s Three hundred to one
And it’s no wonder why 
there’s no faith anymore
In education systems
They’re all under the gun
And who’s having the fun?
Politicians who get paid
Two hundred k um
For the rest of their lives
Cause they got elected one time
But Our elections are phony
When votings a crime
For half of the country
And I think that it’s time
To upend this card table
Of jokes, it’s a fable
If the rich wanted to save us
They wouldn’t spend their days just
Lying on Facebook, and lying on Twitter
They lie to our faces, 
and they keep getting richer
While the rest of the country
Is drowning in debt
And they letting us drown
So we die like the rest
Of the nations they bomb
a war for oil and aplomb 
And another “vote for me” is just another long con
And I’m sick of it true
But what can I do?
Cause I’m just another poor motherfucker like you
This ain’t even my voice
Cause I stole that shit too
But just wait til tax day
When they steal from you too
If I did this as me
You wouldn’t even believe
But You go out in the streets
And you’ll see how they beat
Us all down to the ground
For even making a sound
They’ll pepper spray you in the face
For just turning around
And you’ll go to the cops
And say something like hey
man this shit gotta stop
This shit is all backwards
And when the pigs arrest you for making a scene
You’ll understand what it means
When they say all cops is all bastards
And what can I say
Cause the pieces all fit
I don’t want to eat the rich
Cause they’re all pieces of shit
But we gotta do something
Cause the clock is just ticking
That’s why I say eat the bourgeoisie 
Cause they all taste like chickens

The government should only be big enough
To drown it in the bathtub
Kicking us like dogs
Heads or tails of the same beast

Walking Backwards [Explicit]

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WRG: Microphone Assassin

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