Paranom – All Ideas Subliminal {No Ideas Original}
Copyright © MMXV. All rights reserved. ————————————————— [LYRICS] All idea’s subliminal– it’s somethin’ true that’s put in the gun A mentalism clip weaponizing my tongue Your sadness is where happiness is from– ethereal livin’ with hooded nature That means I provided to who u take from All idea’s subliminal– it’s somethin’ true that’s put in the gun A mentalism clip weaponizing my tongue Your sadness is where happiness begun– ethereal livin’ with hooded nature That means I provided to who u take from If niggas could look inside my eyes– they’d find Innovation for revolution from random flashes into my mind Transform away from the kind, of consumer abusin’ time like a loser But sayin they winnin’ behind they computer While deception, the reception– my bars gettin’ to u while textin’ Just shut that shit off and see your reflection These niggas hated cuz I’m beautiful, hard to the earth’s core The feelin to the hollow theory– suckas get burst raw The erotic– iconic non robotic with 3, laws what I breed Is knowledge wisdom understanding while trees saw The branches of an action planted under a block of granite Was niggas wishin’ to be the best, took it for granted My verses is curses, to the media– meditative cursive Commercially pushin’ herses immersed in the furnishin Underground purposes, excavator to percalotor– poppin’ Like perkaset behavior– droppin’ verbatim got em Rockin’ noggins in Germany– the outcome, outside of the frame That shit that blow your steam outside in the rain I arrived with somethin’ to say, though flesh is heaven comprised We still stay, in Hell for 40 days to flood back and prey Fuck with a 3rd eye shorty camoflagued in a red dress I got so much soul that if I fuck her she dead flesh My come up is just marinade for itis– fuck bed rest Annointed like a bishop of the night cuz this life’s chess Diagonally, crossin’ my chest for metaphors of fatality For the promise I kept to wake u while u slept Anatomy, strokes on the desk like ivory tablets My fingers that linger in pussy– born force if u push me Is my life path, trailin’ the medicine while I jettison Ignite that from Genesis– a revelators evidence // Matter, animation– no spark of ism I’m facin’ Absorbin’ the higher frequencies through herbal alteration– it’s culture While I’m free to feed vultures the carcassas of vipers Fuel to blaze a corporation with economic snipers Holy Grail that spill in a Chrysler, I’m born to blottage ya logic With imagery clocked in pockets of symmetry To cut the pie 5 ways– no star maps for enemies– unite the Sustenance slaves– you fed by thought for days By the grazin’, shots flickerin’ past your melons Propel the swellin’ of what u could answer to with the wrong question So can I live? Bless em, squeeze off a nut professin’ Your seed of thought aborted on pages where you daily tested I ride the train reppin’ intention with clips of my will power Inventin’ a still shower on your session Remotely televised the final lesson.. Snatch ya plane of reality out the sky.. no fear and never guessin’ ————————————————— – DOWNLOAD “777 EP” NOW @ www.PNOMMUSIC.com – PURCHASE PARANOM & PURPOSE “LIFE OUTSIDE THE FRAME” on iTunes & UndergroundHipHop.com Twitter/Instagram: @paranomsun http://www.soundcloud.com/pnom http://www.facebook.com/paranommusic
