MF Oblivion - Mass Mic Murderer

It's the Mass mic murderer
That's lurking in disguise

The Mass mic murderer
I'm lurking in disguise

It's the Mass mic murderer
I'm lurking in disguise

The Mass mic murderer
I'm lurking in disguise

The Mass mic murderer
I'm lurking in disguise
Forced to deny my pride
Then pry my third eye wide open
Steadily scoping from the sky
I'm my own guide

Genocide of the ego in the plight
Deceitful sheeple don't really put up a fight

It's hard for me to pick a side
So i just I find my own vibe

Riding on a higher tide

There's intense intention to my grind
Intersection of the minds
In between split dimensions
The conditioned state of the mental
Is worth the mention
Because it's so surreal and divine
Discover your own god
Fuck giving ya my two cents
When i could give a dime

I got something that you won't find

Making movies for the blind
With these rhymes
Painting pictures
Like I'm in touch with the outer kind
Sound is prime
Shout inside
The little box
And lock it up and throw it away
With your evil conscience

Take a second to digest
This haunting process
Somethings offset
With the harmony to life
Feel like nothings sitting right
The energy surrounding me
Isn't quite
Correlating with my vibes
Got a feeling of an imminent demise
But i'm not too sure of what kind

But i'm sure
That we'll all be fine
Broken but I know how to redesign
And redefine
Keep in mind
Nothing is ahead of our time when we find it...
Nothing is ahead of our time when we find it...
Nothing is ahead of our time when we find it...
Nothing is ahead of our time when we find it...

Written by:
Reece Bledsoe

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