Land of the Hectic by Thought Breakers Lyrics
[Verse 1: Skeptik]
Face the stress
Eliminate the best
And contemplate on how I’m gonna to do my days best to stay blessed
Keep my brain cage less
Rise above the attitudes of all these rage pressed
Grapes who won’t stop whining
Like I won’t stop rhyming
Hip hop virgins I pop hymens
For the record I do not rock diamonds
And a lunar eclipse of commercial shit can’t block the shine
[Verse 2: Zach Lost]
Yo I don’t even let my mind work
I let my lips go berserk and rework words for whatever the words are worth
See my third worth was in my thirty third lifetime
That was the three hundred and thirty third time I wrote rhymes
Cuz I, used to be a poet but didn’t know it
Till I let my throat spit some lyrics
Nobody could hear it
Cuz I spoke subliminally to subconscious’s of the unconscious and was criminally charged with some nonsense
They said that I incited rioters
Just cuz when I kicked it to Joan of Arc it sparked a fire inside of her
I’ve abided in minds since the invention of rhyme
Combined with the act of spitting lines to cleanse minds
Yo it's
[Hook x2]
Zach Lost and Skeptik here to take kids on a head trip to the land of the hectic
Its Skeptik and Zach Lost bend and back your x axis till you ask yourself y cross
[Verse 4: Skeptik]
Let me begin with the facts I’m a skinny kind of cat
But when I take the stage and flow you’ll probably think I’m sort of fat
Maybe off the map
Well anything the wack mc says can and will be used against him in my court of rap
Not judge Mathers or Judy
But when I blast this lyric it hits so hard you’ll think my tongs’ a toolie
Take me off the bench and put me in the game and the crowd will go wild and chant my name like I was Rudy
Make you move your booty
Get high without the doobie
Got no groupies and I work for peanuts, like Snoopy
But I’m browner than Charlie and I don’t smoke Lucys
These rappers couldn’t do me if they spiked the mic with roofies
Planes trains SUV’s man they could rhyme in U-hauls kid it still wouldn’t move me
I’m too raw sometimes mistaken for sushi
My requirements for going down in a girl [What’s that?] douche please
Aw ‘scuze me don’t mean to treat you like a floozy but my type A personality rules me
They say be romantic but I’m way too cheap we could eat some beans jump in a pond and pretend it’s a Jacuzzi
[Verse 5: Zach Lost]
Yo I make MC’s in and out of the industry...freeze...
Like thirty two degrees on a winter’s night in a cold breeze Wearing a fleece in an intercity street
Packing a piece underneath
And getting caught in the high beams of the beast
I’ve been accused of trying to preach
Cuz of the sermons I spit at these vermin wearing the mark of the beast
Over the heart under the fleece made of platinum
Dangling from a chain hanging it doesn’t matter
I’m not even a rapper
I’m a wannabe Jedi mind master using the force to stick up stick up kids and knife blasters
Shattering your mind faster than a nymphomaniac cunninglinguist tongue lash
Yo it's
[Hook x3]
Face the stress
Eliminate the best
And contemplate on how I’m gonna to do my days best to stay blessed
Keep my brain cage less
Rise above the attitudes of all these rage pressed
Grapes who won’t stop whining
Like I won’t stop rhyming
Hip hop virgins I pop hymens
For the record I do not rock diamonds
And a lunar eclipse of commercial shit can’t block the shine
[Verse 2: Zach Lost]
Yo I don’t even let my mind work
I let my lips go berserk and rework words for whatever the words are worth
See my third worth was in my thirty third lifetime
That was the three hundred and thirty third time I wrote rhymes
Cuz I, used to be a poet but didn’t know it
Till I let my throat spit some lyrics
Nobody could hear it
Cuz I spoke subliminally to subconscious’s of the unconscious and was criminally charged with some nonsense
They said that I incited rioters
Just cuz when I kicked it to Joan of Arc it sparked a fire inside of her
I’ve abided in minds since the invention of rhyme
Combined with the act of spitting lines to cleanse minds
Yo it's
[Hook x2]
Zach Lost and Skeptik here to take kids on a head trip to the land of the hectic
Its Skeptik and Zach Lost bend and back your x axis till you ask yourself y cross
[Verse 4: Skeptik]
Let me begin with the facts I’m a skinny kind of cat
But when I take the stage and flow you’ll probably think I’m sort of fat
Maybe off the map
Well anything the wack mc says can and will be used against him in my court of rap
Not judge Mathers or Judy
But when I blast this lyric it hits so hard you’ll think my tongs’ a toolie
Take me off the bench and put me in the game and the crowd will go wild and chant my name like I was Rudy
Make you move your booty
Get high without the doobie
Got no groupies and I work for peanuts, like Snoopy
But I’m browner than Charlie and I don’t smoke Lucys
These rappers couldn’t do me if they spiked the mic with roofies
Planes trains SUV’s man they could rhyme in U-hauls kid it still wouldn’t move me
I’m too raw sometimes mistaken for sushi
My requirements for going down in a girl [What’s that?] douche please
Aw ‘scuze me don’t mean to treat you like a floozy but my type A personality rules me
They say be romantic but I’m way too cheap we could eat some beans jump in a pond and pretend it’s a Jacuzzi
[Verse 5: Zach Lost]
Yo I make MC’s in and out of the industry...freeze...
Like thirty two degrees on a winter’s night in a cold breeze Wearing a fleece in an intercity street
Packing a piece underneath
And getting caught in the high beams of the beast
I’ve been accused of trying to preach
Cuz of the sermons I spit at these vermin wearing the mark of the beast
Over the heart under the fleece made of platinum
Dangling from a chain hanging it doesn’t matter
I’m not even a rapper
I’m a wannabe Jedi mind master using the force to stick up stick up kids and knife blasters
Shattering your mind faster than a nymphomaniac cunninglinguist tongue lash
Yo it's
[Hook x3]