Lyrics:

(Chorus) I've been so many places In my life and time Yes, I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes Top of the world Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back Every second page is anthem Perfected writ mood In the perfect world I set the perfect mood And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure No aggression, why they've got to learn, if they don't things won't get any better Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit Walking the surface of my red carpet These are distress signals spanning you and I Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest Police in dead skin, I'm so East, well then why did I end up on the West??? Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence, and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc. ANTICON, hip-hop music for th