Timezone LaFontaine Lyrics - It Ain't What It Seems

Timezone LaFontaine - It Ain't What It Seems

Y'all just see what you project
What you expect, view select
Who is that? your reflection
Who is this? your work of fiction
Fuck the system, never listens
Paper-chasing all that glistens
All that glitters, shines and shimmers
Resides in mind, sight gets dimmer
Take off blinders, need reminding
Life's on timers, can't be rewinding
What you're finding, what you're seeking
Who designed it? Who is speaking?
Sort the free from the so-called felon
Forge the sword in storytelling
Balance the blade, sway from the hilt
Slice obey the will, bade the blood spilled
Until you get it on guarantee
Y'all stay a ways back, slack jaws staring at me
I ain't feeling what you're saying you're seeing
I been praying for the phrase to be freeing
Lightweights the fear got in checkmate
Find ways to clear thought from dead weight
Soulatona, blacktop corona
Back off the role play, drop persona
For all y'all getting wisdom from wrong turns
We light em up yo, make the song burn
It's a long way and the road is hotter
Sorta like, how you say? a Bodhisattva
Caught inside this cash addiction
Fake fulfilling, fucked up fiction
It ain't what it seems to say the least
That's why my dream's to slay the beast
Hands on the wheel, eyes on the road ahead
Keep the soul fed or the soul is dead
Take a memo, put it to paper
Maybe later, like a vapor
A mirage that you happen to pass through
You ain't saying nothing and I ain't asked you
Zone defy the regular mind theme
Make the rhyme seem like a crime scene
Fold it down on the edge of the page
Soul in sound on the edge of the stage
Hold it now on the edge of enraged
Blood red on the edge of the blade
Just begun yet, run that to sunset
Gas in the tank, yo, and we ain't done yet
We cross paths, I'm clearing that
Mix till you're hearing that, with the lyrical mirror match
It's a battle that we're all locked in
Put in work cause we're all clocked in
So brain dead ain't who I believe in
Coltrane said lives do have meaning
You can take it as a matter of faith or fact
The bass is back, LaFontaine on track
Enough sun rays for a month of Sundays
One way or another, let the drums play
For all y'all getting wisdom from wrong turns
We light em up yo, make the song burn
It's a long way and the road is hotter
Sorta like, how you say? a Bodhisattva
Caught inside this cash addiction
Fake fulfilling, fucked up fiction
It ain't what it seems to say the least
That's why my dream's to slay the beast

Written by:
Giles O'Dell

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