FINE TUNING SENSES (MY MUSIC IS LIKE…) FT/ KILLAH PRIEST

THUN

VERSE 1

My music is like street organs
Abusing the track, scorching it with fire
Hanging vocals on it like ornaments
Making it desirable to fornicate to ear drums
Have djs spinning the wax through ya orifices
Behind closed doors your being forced to listen to this
Climaxing to the words that are being spit
Your undivided attention is being asked till I’m finished
The first task at hand will be passed when your head nods to my rhythms
Imprisoned minds set free in the midst of my lyrics
It passes your inner earlobe into your brain system
Distracted reactions by these letters passing like moving images
Beamed in trough one of your 5 humanly senses
Now before you come to your senses, you’ll be a witness
To a movie played out by people the size of midgets
Close the shutters it’s a story told behind lenses
A frequency from a higher realm deep within your subconscious
Your knocked unconscious the taste of thick saliva is making you nauseous
Bodies start to tremble, in about 3 seconds I’ll snap my fingers
And you’ll wake up and know what its like
How to be brainwashed by the man behind the mic
Life is a surprise the devil in disguise Now open your eyes

CHORUS (2X)

Play, My music
Truth is, moving, always
There never is an ending to it
7 senses to view it, Lucid
The mind’s eye a bright light
That will forever shine in goodness


TYRONE

VERSE 2

Yo…
Eyo my music is like meds, eye drops for ya cataract
Sentences slay the puppeteer free the marionette
The ready bled drink it up celebrate freedom
Pre-occupation make the decent take the treason
The key word I speak of is seeing
Why get on your knees and follow what’s written
While seeing is believing
Peace in the lands where the bitter bastards of Bastogne
Fought and stood their grounds during the Battle of the Bulge
Did they die for nothing securing our freedom with pain
All this wasn’t meant for us to let it escalate again
I’m just a man, one in flesh, nothing more, nothing less
With common sense possess empathy for that I’m blessed
A sick sense that works, but a 6th sense of these perverts
Need to be placed or buried deep beneath the earth
I do believe the chain reaction which already started
Makes more think in obstacles instead of meek puppets
Seize repugnance its time for purification
(Man is capable of as much atrocity as he has imagination)

CHORUS (2X)

Play, My music
Truth is, moving, always
There never is an ending to it
7 senses to view it, Lucid
The mind’s eye a bright light
That will forever shine in goodness


KILLAH PRIEST

VERSE 3

My music is like symphonies from centuries
The type Count Drac-cool played for his brides
Medieval times icons a St.George throughout the halls
On the abbacy walls, the type that Vikings toast to
In front of flames looking to spike
Slowly turning a roasted goose
The type to make gladiators grin, while welcome you in
Strong oak tables, hold cups of gin
My music is like removing a lid, off a 5000 year tomb
Its like Jesus speaking tripping off of mushrooms
Its like 2 T-REX making love near a brontosaurus carcass
While storms come above
My music is like a detective who talks to dead bodies
To give him clues, while slowly creeping behind him is the killer shoes
My music is bone chilling, its ya skin swimming with geese’s
Its your first time standing in front of the geezer
And realizing your just a normal creature
Its my pharaoh features, that I see in the mirror
Reminds me I’m not just a killah!

CHORUS (2X)

Play, My music
Truth is, moving, always
There never is an ending to it
7 senses to view it, Lucid
The mind’s eye a bright light
That will forever shine in goodness