paroles de chanson Thinking By Numbers - Deepspace 5

It goes one for the money and two for the time
Three for mortal man and four for divine
Five for the rhyme and six for the reason
And seven's for the number that signifies completion
One for the pleasure and two for the pain
Three for the struggle and four for the strain
Five for deepspace and six for something to believe in
And seven's for the number that signifies completion

Lights, camera, activate. activists on picket lines
Masochists are killing time, we're passionate and spilling rhymes
Filling minds with a plan so elaborate
Let's infiltrate this whole charade and undermine the establishment
Grab your seatbelt, fasten it, they fascinate the inhabitants
Pump us full of information that they know to be inaccurate
They got a moral detachment habit
So turn your back on graphic violence static
Support this positive movement through music or you're stagnant

(Nah, he's only joking) yeah, but it's not far from the truth
In fact, it lives two doors down, right there in apartment Number 22
So many schools of thought have been bought or knocked off kilter
It only takes a platinum plaque or maybe thirty pieces of silver

So who killed the family? Let's blame it on the government
It's the democrats, the republicans, whatever party's running it
Spit something that's heartfelt or emotionally sacred
Can't walk these streets naked, cloaked in my happy-faced hatred

Realize the world around me is exactly what I make it
You've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless
You've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless
You've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless

It goes, one for the money and two for the time
Three for the deaf and four for the blind
Five for the rhyme and six for the reason
And seven's for the number that signifies completion
One for the pleasure and two for the pain
Three for the struggle and four for the strain
Five for deepspace and six for something to believe in
And seven's for the number that signifies completion

Now, first of all I can see from where I'm at the moat
From which this castle grows
Secondly, the kings inside seem content and determined
To drive their people far into the moat just to see them float
I saw pain from life and relief by the knife
Gripped by white knuckles tight, hiding deeds from the light
People walking with smiles and blades coming from their back

Residents blindfolded with eyes painted on the front
And tied tight in the back
Blank minds individually fulfilled with the iron fist columnist
Spitting chaff, trying to vale the hoard
Feelingless, making everyone a pacifist

Then there was crushing blows from all the self-titled nobles
Taking so much more than they're worth
Killing citizens as they throw them, using them
Last, it was the shocking melancholic acceptance
That the sluggish majority applauded for, lived for
With their abusive leaders giving more
I turn my face to dry heave, turn my direction to leave

It goes one for the money and two for the time
Three for the bread and four for the wine
Five for the rhyme and six for the reason
And seven's for the number that signifies completion
It goes one for the pleasure and two for the pain
Three for the struggle and four for the strain
Five for deepspace and six for something to believe in
And seven's for the number that signifies completion

Well, if my name wasn't Sev, I wouldn't know the cost of perfection
But I recall I was called to just give out these messages
Wetting kids with semi-automatic pen weapons
Send them back to the lab second-guessing
Or thinking on mathematical equations, questions get asked
Should they pursue pen and pad infection with no cure?
I'm ill but pure, fulfill prescriptions the point man is in
Lessons served up for mental treatment
Seeking our souls, like I'm a sage or capture
One or two or three or more like forever
Ink is sprayed on pages of life
I'm contemplating on meeting knowledge to get in good with his wife

Wisdom seems like she got some things cooking, looking real tight
A sight for sore eyes, so I'm only checking her at night-time
Nah, don't trip, I speak on inspiration
It's poetry though bro, it feels good to be creative
I'm writing numeric, with a chain reaction of wonder
I slumber over my notebook, when I'm thinking by numbers

It goes one for the money and two for the time
Three for mortal man and four for divine
Five for the rhyme and six for the reason
And seven's for the number that signifies completion
It goes, one for the money and two for the time
Three for the deaf and four for the blind
Five for the rhyme and six for the reason
And seven's for the number that signifies completion

It goes one for the money and two for the time
Three for the bread and four for the wine
Five for the rhyme and six for the reason
And seven's for the number that signifies completion
One for the pleasure and two for the pain
Three for the struggle and four for the strain
Five for deepspace and six for something to believe in
And seven's for the number that signifies completion

Come through, check it out with one, two
Had to come through, speaking on some verbal kung fu
When I swing the judo flex right on top of Ludacris
Came to drop bowls on the floors that our wigs speak freak
Like thorns in the thistle, like a missile with a heat seeking whistle
On the back, hit a track straight, hummin' in the background
While you speakin' wack sound

I had to grab this microphone and make you back down
You saw me coming and you bounced like a mattress
'Cause you lack practice, must promote wackness
So watch me grab this mic, and straight speak about-