Bottle Of Humans Lyrics - Bottle Of Humans - Solé

(Chorus) 

I've been so many places 

In my life and time 

Yes, I've sung a lot of songs 

I've made some bad rhymes 

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Top of the world 

Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back 

Every second page is anthem 

Perfected writ mood 

In the perfect world I set the perfect mood 

And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue 

Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love 

Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia 

My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and 

The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen 

My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some 

Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come 

Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure 

No aggression, why they've got to learn, 

if they don't things won't get any better 

Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating 

in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit 

Walking the surface of my red carpet 

These are distress signals spanning you and I 

Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization 

A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) 

But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm 

By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess 

So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains 

My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn 

This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong 

I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest 

Police in dead skin, I'm so East, 

well then why did I end up on the West??? 

Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence, 

and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc. 

ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind 

More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement 

So when the chain still smells 

like a million dead corpses and kerosene marching 

To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle, 

run up the damsels 

Take 'em to the river, now we can spawn 

This aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time, 

On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride 

A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood 

To live and die a thousand times 

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(Chorus) 

Ever been to Hell? 

This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments 

The infrastructure is dead 

Instructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness, 

no beggin' 

No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast 

??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk 

Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones 

This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill 

Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips 

And this is Sole, and we're makin love right now, 

so I don't need to take her to the hotel 

This is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh 

It's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal, 

my whole life's a freestyle set 

The Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head 

The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead 

It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow 

Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known 

It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain, 

So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real name 

Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack, 

indie hip-hop's a demo fair 

Keep your sights set 

What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors? 

I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga 

It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts 

This is the verge, the melting point 

When your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore 

This is psychopath, this is psych rap 

With violence, violence 

My life is stranded on an island with no food 

and beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is left 

No, this is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttoned 

We're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights 

choppin' up keys to break the floodgates 

Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up 

Or maybe this is turntable music, 

scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours 

Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I say 

Don't take anything literal, out-of-context, 

just take it for what it is 

If you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be strong 

Bottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song) 

(Chorus)