Qwel - Underachiever
The space it takes to time travel ain’t worth the effort
Mic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network
As clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfect
This pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertex
Serpents smell with your tongues and wait for blackouts
Yo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the crack house
Appachis don’t stop, but the candle burns
at both ends while most men just channel surf
It’s gonna take more then folded hands to part the skies
So lets drown from the ground up
Imperfection starts with I
am god and god’s not hard rock or worthy slaves
Surfer make the paper sleep late, pray for early graves
I hope we catch ebola, just what man deserves
Built god with satellites, but couldn’t handle earth
It’ll flood ’till the blood spills, but you still wouldn’t believe it
No control, alt, delete it
I’m on my way to be it
The time it takes to space travel ain’t worth the distance
If I could reach the remote from here then I convert the mission
Worse then vision splitting headaches
What man’s set on looking?
These books are too heavy, plus the antenna’s crooked
The batteries are drained, I think I’ll wait it out
But way the pounds of apathy, I think I hate this couch
We can slouch into a fetus, all we need is television
With long spoons to feed us sex and exorcism
Internet access to find our souls
E-mail me dogs, cynical smiles and barcodes
Homes are only shelters, only shelves of a man
Remote is where the heart is, the heart is gettin’ bent
Yo, we can start right now, here in Chi-town
I’ll die if you have to, you know I’m down
With an automatic bag of chips, the honeybun’s out
What channels the revolution on? the motherfucking couch
[Verse 2]
Cameras for the crips, like gifts for the thieves
When he’s only fifteen and got a tip from his seeds
So whats kid gonna read, when clips is magazines?
When god drowns we;re surrounded by fags and fiends
Rapping teen actors on the magic screen
Lies for halftime, why’s he laughin’ at me?
Let the smoke flow out through his platic speech
Patching dream jobs for slaves, saving half the fee
Hack the feet off, at the khaki cuff
Need batteries for windows, ’cause reality sucks
Half to give up something right?
The library’s sold, meet us on the ones and twos in binary code
Hypnotize my mind, is it time to explode?
Is my spine a remote, or am I in control?
As I portray this wisdom image actor see
But why’s this plastic thing, pointed back at me
Pointed back at me (pointed back at me)
Qwel - The Siren of Liberty Island
I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol last for centuries
I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy
She’ll be standin with her back turned, burnin, smirkin towards her enemies
She better be hollow from head to toe with horns beamin out respectively
Just ask pretty penny about her copper torch, shorts, and bad data
Must’ve made her mad, well, the way she turned her back away to fuck her neighbor
Green with envy, seen the ending with her forced force torch a saber
Ashamed of sister liberty, gimmicky sourced, and faith flavored
Both whores and finicky sports to play the game
Left sores and razor pissins, different day, the same invader
Drift away
It’s the way to ensure the surest source for paper
Ya’ll can either respect her cheddarish scepter or be a slave to
Ya’ll get me, God bless these snakes, bally fakes, and alley-gators
Walter Raleighed hate, coca-cola bottle flavored mothers and brothers without a say to
Or way to make the rent, pavement played and spent hence, cavemen make the sense
And fences for cash prayers
And past tense saviors
The same bitch’ll make you fly two planes just to awake ya
Dresses like a million bucks in cash favors
Makes me wanna Ralph Nader, ask Wheezy, Alpha Beta
It’s fast feces and mass sedaters, evil masked to master bait us into class rags
And mass graves through crack crusaders
Snakes with smart chips that wanna vaccinate us
Make us fat and racists, mad and rapists, glad it breaks us
So she cages us like larouche in the bottom of her blackest basement
Makes us fags for fads to keep us in our padded places
Hacks a cackled crash and asked us where our scattered faith went
Trash in her left hand, rats in her right
laughin how the rats altogether rappin, masses jaded
Stacked like a brick shit house, the louse that hates
On the shortest route to doubt for clout on an out and out to bait you
Shapes youth and euthanates truth do for take two
Soon as Pfizer breaks through she swoops her prey, elusive ain’t who
Just do it, flew into two traders, it’s today’s news
Right behind her back, gravity’s angel, with a great view
See she’s a true novice, (novus), ordo seclurum
See a skewed vote is just more dough to secure em
To a view broken and short rope to lure them
To a lewd token choking fool, blue for no insurance, boat cruise ignore the current
Divorce court adjourned with Gomorrah burnin
Squirmin like a whore in church, service to her person, worship through her purse width
Perfume fumes and vermin, loop de loop nooses drew in cursive
But why’s she cursin
Starts with lie (li) ends in birdie (berty) fly, a little worm told me it’s perverted
Give me your huddled masses backs so we can crack with burden
I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol stand for eons
She’d brandish a torch with no light on some stolen land she peed on
At the base it’d be a rat race poem for her to rest her feet on
The whole world stirred green with envy like that sheet she dons
I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol last for centuries
I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy
She’ll be standing with her back turned, burning, smirkin towards her enemies
She’d better be hollow from head to toe, with horns beamin out respectively
Qwel - The Network
feat. Mestizo
Don’t you love it when I hate you and choke your brain
You know it’s hip hop cause I spelled it wrong
Naw, glam glitter bitches hit the road to fame
Game’s spinnin in a circle till it’s loced insane
Flawed thought walked in the middle of the talked bought brought
Brang and taught as auction block
Nauseous slop
The marquee spot
The coffee’s hot
The offer’s not
The faulty top
In tangy malty froth
Come to salt these crops
Bobby socks change to Barbie stocks
With the stop dot dot dot dot plus go to commercial
Your work load fold, don’t you turn the dial
Run a mile in a circle, unlearn a child
What you earn when you burn into ashes in urns
With the dirty cash, smirkin murder smile
That’s when the party stops
In the Audi ox
Plus the blazin hot Bacardi stocks
Marky Mark rock the same chop block
(Way back in the day?)
Don’t you hate it when I love you and probe your dreams
You know it’s hip hop when it’s out for self
Singing double thinking time
Slingin choking screams
Going once going twice
Oh, it’s sold for cream
Sing along with the pawns of the broken king
Seen the check comin, runnin, then he sold his queen
To the piece with it’s claws in the golden screen
Think long, think wrong, what the vultures teach
Floatin thousand dollar liquor, while your culture sinks
Beep beep in the jeep, why you focusing?
I never ever let you roaches see the lotus leaf
Who freed you from the mold so your soul can sing?
I showed you wealth, in a way, it’s what you owe to me
If you leave now, please, now it’s only me
Don’t release that remote, where you going, B?
All alone I can’t control my control machine
I thought you loved it when I hated you and sold you things
Don’t leave me dog, I need you like this golden bling
Like a hole in the dome, and a phone in the jet
and a step to the edge, till I know you bleed
I got rims on the yacht
Spinners on the watch
Trigger on the cops
Dinner on the moon
Been around the world in a pearl balloon
saloon stocked, on the rocks, and you heard the tune
Qwel - The Highest Commitment
(Verse 1)
Yo, shit ain’t like it used to be, Not since puberty
Who knew our paths would happen to cross so what you do to me
But now I love you with every bit of my heart
How I used to get you wet when I hit it too hard
I can taste you on my lips, I even love your aroma
Please stay close to me, we’ll float into a coma
I love your red hair, I’m just dead air without you
Showed me the light with slight pools hype around you
You used to love crushed ice cold down your back
I’d try to swallow you whole, you rolled down the sack
But now it’s empty, you and I’m whipped, I’m lonely
A love letter to you, but yes I hope the phone rings
2x
Every penny I made I always brought straight to you
My thoughts never strayed, I stopped shaving it’s proof
(Verse 2)
If I can’t have you girl consider this the suicide note
I miss your mind games ever since you and I broke
At time you made it hard to breath hard to see the end
Please one more chance I’ll never let you slip through my hands again
I always showed your seeds love
You were never charmed
How’s it better this way, with an empty set of arms?
I know we said we had to let the air clear a few days
I thought I knew life, well then along you came
But now it’s too late
You were always more then just a friend to me
You’ve occupied everything in my short term memory
Sure there’s other fish in the sea
You snagged the line
Corny but cold in this empty sack of mine
2x
My friends ain’t seen you, said I should let it be
But yo girl you’ll probably be the death of me
You’re my source of inspiration, did I pass my limit?
We used to light an incense, we’d snap in the kitchen
Following our instincts with whipped cream in the dark
The chemistry between us when shit seems to get hard
We used to cut class to chill, we’d get alone I’d choke
Spittin’ shit I wrote for you, not just blowin’ smoke
No other will effect me in the same place that you touched
Sometimes I wish my friends would’ve never introduced us
You give me goosebumbs, but the truth is I love it
Sometimes too much to take, we used to do it in public
On the train in front of other people she never seemed to care
Where we was going ’cause sweet love was in the air
Qwel - The
But brothers would it kill us to change?
And chain ‘em up in prison when it filled ‘em with hate, cause ain’t a difference
It’s pound for pound the literal weigh
Stay down for now
It’s crowns are minutes away
And hey, to each his image, with satan lickin his fangs
But sang bandstand freedom in it’s business of slaves
Who paid Jay-Z and Mantan to give it away?
Shit’ll take some new brand pants to get us to stay
Make haste
To the pinnacle, infinite, made of mineral clay
Today we’re diamond, nickled, crippled out of critical rate
A little wisdom with some rhythm to pray
A place within em, livin grace as original as the middle of gray
His cynic cake and Antoinette with a tyrannical taste
Faith abandoned
How we wise if even famine obeys?
Now we’re swimming with the salmon to calamity’s lake
With granite feet, shaped from vanity and grammy speech “thanks”
The late great planet E
The hand of greed squeezed, fannin these flames
Nine to five will be the ant theme, but man, it’d be great
Time’s a lie, Yah’s alive, why’s it man that we praise?
Anchor hands and canvas feet
Like, damn if we say
Standing deep beneath the, deep between the span of these banks
It might take a Barbie chant to get the answer dj’ed
But man it might change us to stay
Straight line ‘em up and shoot ‘em when they cued ‘em for fame
It’s the same unnamed shooters, through the hoop with the flames
Saying truth is the rain, remain luminous and true to this or lose it in vain
Computer Judas rather view it through the tube in his brain
Supersized, eyes swollen open, two to a cage
Mother funded dungeons, running on punishment budgets
Someone’s up to something
Govern it, two to a plane for fame, sing it again, a cell
Scream it, a gain, a name
Losin it paid us well
Keep it the same and bang
Claimin the realest real
To reel in your favorite slave
Peeling the seal revealed for real
His name remains the purest
See the trees for the forest
Born to be the force of meteors or screamin it towards us
They’d sort us off in sections
There deception ignores us
To sort us to the new world
Or new world orders
For motherfuckers that would maim us to prey
Aim and pay ‘em off as senators
The predators bait
Fate inevites the snake
Like, whatevers your flav
Pay the rent for your president
We’re peasants or slaves
Which is better?
Richest debtors get a whip whipped instead of a say
Let it fix itself, while dangling from venomous fangs
Your name is sediment
The bestest threats to get you to break
To make the exodus from genocide
The letters we paint
But brothers would it kill us to change from vain
jiggy, diddy, viddy what you give me to up jump the boogie
But man it might change us to stay the same shitty
gritty, cities hittin kiddies with fronts, stunts, and hoodies
Sissies with a name and claim to fame
woody looking goody, it’s all boogie to beat beat beat
With deceit seat seeded and conceit’s teeth gleamin
the truth gets diluted to me me me