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the showase - pseudo lucid lyrics

it’s lucid with a new clip, producing with impunity
two humans with delusions of a brutal music mutiny
we tuned into the scene to see the frequency needs scrutiny
a view is duty free so we can do our duty truthfully

yo it’s lucid a true revolution of music
moving through the sewers of this human zoo in unity
a crew of two intruders who imbue the beat with new relief
and prove that we’re suited to be the futures of this ruined scene

the alpha and omega, the dragon and the slayer
the payer and thе hater, hack the game and brеak the radar

we’re the h*ll bound and the saviours, understanding in the mayhem
we’re the free reign and enslavement, crack the chains and break the gates up

sitting astride a vivid divide, unlimited vision in limited time
imprinting a fl!ckering picture in digital ‘till we get bitter and wither and die

never hindered, confined or limited by the pinnacle of the inhibited mind
flipping the syllables, intricate with all the writtens we bring since beginning to rhyme

pseudo lucid, removing the mystic crucifix
to switch it with a picture of a tuna fish in puma kicks
cruising the illusion district, sniffing glue and doing skids
listening to human music, tune in if you do exist
yo it’s safe to say i’ll be surviving off riders
‘till i am retired, dying in a pile of detritus
i hit the bar and i’m buying their finest
wine and a pint with about forty*nine of their ciders
like, why not? i’m making no money so i’ve got
to compensate with about nine shots every second ‘till i drop
line scotch on the rocks up, drinking it ‘till i’ve lost touch
rock up to ya missus and i’m chatting to her like what’s up?

conclusive as schizophrenics on hallucinogenics
truth is illusive until pseudo lucid zoom in and check it
using a booth as nuclear weapon, dudes are a menace
two headed mutants with unusually juicy genetics

yo i got something to say, stuff ya deal up ya b*tt coz it’s lame
sony handed me a contract and i chucked it away
so get stuffed if you’re paying me, i want none of it mate
money is for suckers i want nothing touching my plate
i keep it so real that i’m hungry for days
nah scr*p that, i can’t remember the last crumb that i ate
paul baked me a cake, i chucked it at him up in the face
get lost, i’m too real for something with that yum of a taste

yeah stuff the music biz, it’s just a group of kids
just a bunch of hungry losers doing stupid tricks
who got the newest kicks? who got the cutest chicks?
who got a point of view that’s proven to be lucrative
feeling sick because this industry’s a pantomime
no one’s planting rhymes but everybody’s got an axe to grind
tiny asinine rappers writing valentines
couldn’t’ satisfy a fatty with a life supply of maccas fries

- pseudo lucid lyrics

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