Chaology: Cloud Strife by E.B. Lyrics
[Intro: EB, Jenna Felty]
Chaos Theory
That the best you can do? Ugh!
Come on, give me your best shot!
Chaos all around us
Chaos all around us
Don’t —— up
Chaos all around us
Chaos all around us
Don’t eff up
Gotta keep going
[Verse]
Lord save my soul from a path of self-loathing
Cynicism, sex sells, industry been bloated
Rapists and murderers living better than kids in ICE
I guess now gotta find sometime to pray to Christ
You still watching me with your eyes, it’s like a dice
Game 0 to 1, if nothing happens I ain’t brush it done
Faith been tested, plenty hun
Paranoia from the sum of sins like redrum, Kubrick influence
An inference I’m influent with my disillusionment
With the world I’m fluent in, the chaos all illusions of
My greater mind, conclusive of killing my Plan B
Without consulting God above that really be
Looking at my actions free will, looping them like B. Willis
Go hard when the drums hit just like J Dilla’s
Uh, for my guerrillas gone killers from these capitalist pillars
Off petty crimes and triggers
Instead of blacks and figures
Stats gone ill is
Gentrification in black hoods, black buildings
It’s your sad serenade
It starts but never pays
Through the pain you lay
Down to build your foundation
Tryna not entertain fear like the sheep bound nation
I try to maintain patience
Keep hope alive like the Jesse Jackson saying
And keep that third eye open through the paining
Path through darkness with the praying
But I want action, young Carmichael with the passion
Instead of spitting sickness like corrosive acid
Activists tryna speak for me
Yo, why don’t you speak with me
Instead of passing through token minorities, B
Yeah, no STEEZ, all caps on your hit-piece
Cooped up in a room listening to Ice-T
Thinking how
We ain’t the problems, we ain’t the villains
It’s the suckers deprivin’ the truth from the children
That’s just the feeling
You know how insanity and desperation feel
Question to God, why the welfare meal?
This a test of my zeal?
The chaos in my deal?
The strength I need to heal?
I can’t remain this way
I’ve got to break the chains
Change the loop, a new way
So don’t question it, let the movement wake
Keep your class act, don’t Kid ‘n Play
Don’t Kid ‘n Play
Said, don’t Kid ‘n Play
[Outro]
Lemme break this down to you
You gotta kick the language as if you got it going on
Y’know, like with the program
Like a Microsoft Word program on my computer?
No, man, listen to me!
You have got to speak to the people, as though you are with it!
As if you aren’t new to this!
Okay, okay
Chaos Theory 2K20
EB is taking over!
Time for some more generic teen angst with some black power concepts all over the place
Some odd spirituality, as well as contradictory statements on everything
Let’s start, negus!
Chaos Theory
That the best you can do? Ugh!
Come on, give me your best shot!
Chaos all around us
Chaos all around us
Don’t —— up
Chaos all around us
Chaos all around us
Don’t eff up
Gotta keep going
[Verse]
Lord save my soul from a path of self-loathing
Cynicism, sex sells, industry been bloated
Rapists and murderers living better than kids in ICE
I guess now gotta find sometime to pray to Christ
You still watching me with your eyes, it’s like a dice
Game 0 to 1, if nothing happens I ain’t brush it done
Faith been tested, plenty hun
Paranoia from the sum of sins like redrum, Kubrick influence
An inference I’m influent with my disillusionment
With the world I’m fluent in, the chaos all illusions of
My greater mind, conclusive of killing my Plan B
Without consulting God above that really be
Looking at my actions free will, looping them like B. Willis
Go hard when the drums hit just like J Dilla’s
Uh, for my guerrillas gone killers from these capitalist pillars
Off petty crimes and triggers
Instead of blacks and figures
Stats gone ill is
Gentrification in black hoods, black buildings
It’s your sad serenade
It starts but never pays
Through the pain you lay
Down to build your foundation
Tryna not entertain fear like the sheep bound nation
I try to maintain patience
Keep hope alive like the Jesse Jackson saying
And keep that third eye open through the paining
Path through darkness with the praying
But I want action, young Carmichael with the passion
Instead of spitting sickness like corrosive acid
Activists tryna speak for me
Yo, why don’t you speak with me
Instead of passing through token minorities, B
Yeah, no STEEZ, all caps on your hit-piece
Cooped up in a room listening to Ice-T
Thinking how
We ain’t the problems, we ain’t the villains
It’s the suckers deprivin’ the truth from the children
That’s just the feeling
You know how insanity and desperation feel
Question to God, why the welfare meal?
This a test of my zeal?
The chaos in my deal?
The strength I need to heal?
I can’t remain this way
I’ve got to break the chains
Change the loop, a new way
So don’t question it, let the movement wake
Keep your class act, don’t Kid ‘n Play
Don’t Kid ‘n Play
Said, don’t Kid ‘n Play
[Outro]
Lemme break this down to you
You gotta kick the language as if you got it going on
Y’know, like with the program
Like a Microsoft Word program on my computer?
No, man, listen to me!
You have got to speak to the people, as though you are with it!
As if you aren’t new to this!
Okay, okay
Chaos Theory 2K20
EB is taking over!
Time for some more generic teen angst with some black power concepts all over the place
Some odd spirituality, as well as contradictory statements on everything
Let’s start, negus!