Iron Helix, By Mr. Lif feat Insight
[Insight]
The sun has risen, as it glistens
through the trees like a prism
I listen to the earth’s rhythm
the wind speaks to my instinct
with the earth I’m in sync
sharpening the blade of a spade
with the heart of a lion
in combat, though I’m real slick
the salt in the water help my scars heal quick
cause see I mastered survival tactics
and lasted weeks without sleep
hunting for prey and white rabbits
(Mr. Lif)
(rather primitive) Who’s that?
(I’m stats, DATs, money stacks, tax) Which language is that?
(identity with a little tyranny)
But I don’t need chaos, I have peace and serenity
(you won’t find hell in me
see psychoanalysts for therapy
come prosper and live plentily)
my existence is heavenly
(you were meant to be greater)
allow me to pray to my creator
(nigga you are the maker, life giver and taka’
take control, you should feel safer)
but I don’t even feel threatened
(you need weapons and apparently a classroom so you can learn lessons)
[scratching] “don’t let them fool ya”
[scratching] “I’m here to school ya”
[scratching] “you need knowledge?”
[scratching] “open your eyes”
your terminal is senseless
(I’m rational and actual, here
let me send a fax to you)
but what is a fax?
(ahh, curiosity killed the cats’s
swimming pool and mattress, bust a book of matches
credit cards and debit cards)
checks, cars, incredible odds, devil gods, laws
federal generals headed for Mars with medical cards
fixing Mother Nature’s technical flaws
(see you learn quickly, now you’re with me
move foward and never look back at history
focus on your omnipotence, teach your infants this
kiss the barcode on your wrist)
all six senses are on point
(telekinetics?) naw, I didn’t forget it
utilizing earth, I can mold dirt into flesh, summoning
sandstorms, on the highest mountain I stand on
I make the sky cry fire rock then ice will drop
its wind spin, your spirit and soul ascends then
(now you can blend in, lets hit the city streets
so we can get your feet accustomed to concrete
build a strong fleet of soldiers
tell them what I told ya
we’ll chill on the moon when we’re older
and thank God that this Earth life is over
devour the sun and make the universe colder)
extol the master, spinning planets around my aura
like an orbit, set a mountain on shore twist my fingers
and force this into a tornado, raw fatal
I make grain flow, draining clouds into a rainbow
I master math, infused bionics with biology
police carry shotguns inside a robotic knee
the impact of my psychology can atomically wipe out
and devastate as soon as I meditate
(so why don’t you demonstrate?) I think that I might
drop a bomb on Nagasaki just because it’s in sight
(you’ve arrived) leave the world (brutalize) sacrifice
(human lives) take flight (to fight) attack tribes
(this will be the legacy of you and I)
who’s you? it’s just I
ALL OPPOSITION MUST DIE!!
No Regrets, By Aesop Rock
Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barrettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she’d draw upon the
street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was Joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the
bingo parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They’d ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
‘Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?’
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
‘I’m busy, thank you much’
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
‘Lucy, after all this, you’re just giving in today??’
She said:
‘I’m not giving in, I’m finished,’ and walked away
(Chorus: x2)
1 2 3
That’s the speed of the seed
A B C
That’s the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I’d rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it
Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barrette for long locks held up with a
clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle
day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they’d connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they
drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she’d get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, ‘Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??’
Lucy would smile and say ‘I’m busy, thank you much’
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn’t care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She’d paint another masterpiece
(Chorus x2)
Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she’d never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth’s of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it
all
No Rico, he had passed, ‘bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o’ nothin
She’d never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse
aside
And she said:
‘Look, I’ve never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven’t pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So I’ve been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!’
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She’d never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.
(Chorus x2)
1 2 3…
A B C…
A Sight To Behold, By Devendra Banhart
It’s a sight to behold
When you got small words to mold
And you can make 'em your own
Still love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
I’m told
It’s like golden corn
And i love its golden glow
It’s the little head inside your little hole
And out spring some sparkling thoughts
Still love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
It’s like finding home
In an old folk song
That you’ve never ever heard
Still you know every word
And for sure you can sing along
But love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
I know, i know
The best Outro ever, the song once put so strong emotions in me that I wasn’t even able to cry. Bliss is awesome too and so is the rest of 
Thank you for reminding me of that one.