Umpire State

Listen up hear this as Mr.J.Medeiros speaks
 A history of martyrs and men
 Women who fearlessly held fast
 Professing that hells past won't mirror me
 The bell cracks
 The pressure to sell acts of tyranny increases
 Yet appearing in my thesis are visions clearer then sin
 When the year is nearer to Easter
 I'm there revering the weekend
 The rising on the east end
 Nothing clearer then leaping
 Surprised you on the deep end
 Altruistic new physics there's trouble in my reflex
 Hard to humble double helix
 Now my stumbling got me vexed
 Mumbling in pre-tense the future lacks of present love
 The numbing acts that we sense
 Computers have with every touch
 I knew the facts were meant for us
 The truth to back my sentence was
 Life incarcerated in flesh bones and cameras
 Death owns the man who trusts only in material
 Imperial reign is small change
 I got a lot to say
 Either you got the money or you got to pay
 When the block is sunny you ain't looking for the killa
 But I'm a thousand pound gorilla
 I got a lot to do
 Either you got the lies or you got the truth
 When I'm locked in the booth I'm thinking bout the killa
 Cus I'm a thousand pound gorilla
 The inferior blamed in projects prospects depleted
 For government aid you get processed then deleted
 Competing between right and wrong
 See I'm going through the same thing
 When writing a song
 My main theme remains clean
 Been fighting so long to change me
 I change scenes and re-frame dreams to fit visions
 Cus they saying that these feans is listening
 They playing these teams
 Swaying these beams when the wax is burning
 The track is earning it back
 When these platinum plaques is cracked
 Stacking the sterling with the acts of Merlin
 Magic reeking havoc turning back the meek
 As fashion seeks to mask the world
 Grab the girl now shimmy to the side
 If you see me on your T.V. in the window of a ride
 It's cus teenies need a symbol of a criminal inside
 It's a simple way to lie not a simple way of life
 I got a lot to say
 Either you got the money or you got to pay
 When the block is sunny you ain't looking for the killa
 But I'm a thousand pound gorilla
 I got a lot to do
 Either you got the lies or you got the truth
 When I'm locked in the booth I'm thinking bout the killa
 Cus I'm a thousand pound gorilla