Artist: MC Paul Barman
Album:  (((echo chamber)))
Song:   UNDOING ALONENESS
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, MC Paul Barman

[MC Paul Barman]
I never met a forward playmate I didn't trust
Feel ire each time I reach toward hidden lust
Weather in a minaret or a kill floor
It's sure a must to keep your head up
That hostage ostrich bit the dust

I never metaphor wordplay mate I didn't trust
Feel ire each time I reach toward hidden lust
Even in a mina, rhetorical flourish
Sure a must to keep your head up
That hostage ostrich bit the dust

Division of people, division of words
The inner tyr-anny/tear-innie you didn't even know was there
That you thought you'd won over and yet always comes this pair/despair
When confronted, why begin to split?
Models taught us bottle up and allies/analyze ain't into it/intuit
Swing for the fences/defenses
You think this in't too great/disintegrate
This solves/dissolves nothing to forcibly mate/sublimate

I never met a forward playmate I didn't trust
Feel ire each time I reach toward hidden lust
Even in a minaret or a kill floor
It's sure a must to keep your head up
That hostage ostrich bit the dust

Who told you to think? I scrolled through a link
that didn't hold true, old's new in a blink
The global elite wrote a receipt for total complete hiring freeze
on all dudes who refuse to die on their knees
I'm ill as the '94 crime bill
But time will tell more than any rhyme skill
(((He's ill))) I'm triple O.G. like og-og-og
Gog Magog, it's dog eat dog (woof!)
I'm in a twelve gallon hat with a ten inch brim
Bowl of bi-bim-bop while Boom Bip spins Bim Skala Bim
I'd rather look life right in the eyepatch
Than piss my pants pocket and mess my last dry match
A round of applause for anyone who found a nazi
Gave him a pound in the jaws

Art is the answer, the be-all-end-all
Art saves, starts waves while Ken dolls free fall
Art, art and only arts
Give solace to all this chaos and lonely hearts
(((kill loneliness)))
(((kill loneliness)))
(((kill loneliness)))
(((you're not alone anymore, you know?)))
Bad things can surface when I hide from help
And when my brother dies, I'm beside myself (yeah)
(((not lonely)))