Syzygy lyrics:
First verse:
The forbidden fruit I bit into / Inner innocence minuscule / The menace who aint flow when he spit at critics in interviews / give me room / in it to win it since I was in the womb / and I’ll press for the pinnacle ‘til my energy interludes / used to be a bit bitter and cynical / nothing changed, except I grew into the shoes I tried to wear but didn’t fit into / realize, it’s bigger than you and I / individual visions illusive we indivisible unified / only difference between a kid in prison for moving pies / and a quote legitimate businessman in a suit and tie / is one’s doing time / the other is on the jury / just, caught on different sides of the pyramid’s seducing eye / “who are you” / just a human using this music to utilize. / My polluted mind / looking for some bluer skies / do or die / shooting through the storm brewing looming high / what’s the truth, you decide / who knows where the future lies
Second verse:
They wanna see me needy pleading the giddy greedy for free-bees / defeated completely, working a seedy street with a squeegee / “fuck that” / I’ll go out squeezing for freedom and speak a allegiance that’ll leave a piece of me reaching every region from bleeding, graffiti, cd, encyclopedia, cb radio, frequency, even the seething deceiving tv screen will receive it / what I mean is you can stop my heart from beating / my breathing / but me being dead is some nonsense / you need to quit it / eat a d-d-dick for dinner / dimwitted idiot didn’t get the edit, message is we fed up with it / watching the television become the supervision / babysitting, raising children on the ideals of consumerism /spare me the euphemism / American futile system / cherish the booming business / and stare at the luminescence / impairing our view of fiction / appearing a true depiction / a lucid hallucinogenic / fear is the group condition / it’s very accumulative / apparently unifying / hysterical superstition / as eerie as lunar missions / and terrorist crucifixions / empirical proof is missing / imperial troopers with libertarian cruise missiles / all very amusing when the interior’s fully fitted / who cares if it’s fuel efficient? / What’s air with pollutants in it? / Just carry the new tradition / because wearing computer chips in your skin isn’t science fiction / it’s barely futuristic / they burry the tool of wisdom / in various rules, religions / material movie images, institutions and prisons / the clarity youth is missing / I’m sharing my truth with them / light barreling through a prism / as rare as the moon eclipsing
-Tone, (of The Problemaddicts)
I also produced the beat on that one. myself and DJ Theory produce all of the beats on the album. I feel dude on this thread not being able to get into "whiteboy" hip hop. i hate my voice too...but it is what it is. i hate weezy's voice more than mine, so i figure, why not. plus we do this because we love music, and it's what i do. we definitely appreciate the support. BURN THE DARK SIDE OF OZ, download it, give it away, we made it to be listened to. The Problemaddicts have a new album coming out this fall, and i'm working on a few side projects that are coming out sooner. One's with a live band (some of the members from The Alchemystics), which will be a single/ep. the other is with Mokeout from Hadtimes Records, and that will be at least an EP. For those of yall who give a shit, I'll be posting tracks and info as it comes at myspace.com/theproblemaddicts.
Peace
