Source Code

[Verse: Deca]

Time to wake up and face what′s to come head on

First and foremost

Interpret Pharaoh's pipe dream to crack the source code

He′s headstrong, surfing on a waves crest

Left plasma on the doorpost for the angel of death

Pass by me

Here beneath the robber baron's heel

From where I sit it's more a spiral than a Ferris wheel

Make square deals break bread and share a meal

That′s the ticket, a buttеrfly net to catch my drift with

Amidst all the bootstrap myths of rags to riches

Pointеd questions are bad for business

First is where the last ole finish after every sickness is purged

I caught a preview of the action but the vision was blurred

Waste of time stressing over that this and the third

In the final chapter Old Scratch is kicked to the curb

He threw his weight around town, the town became a circus

And serpents started moving counter to their stated purpose

Meantime I found the Sandman and traded verses

The combination on the bandstand could make the earth shift

"Perfect"

The opposite of how machine gears move

With Newton′s clockwork universe in the rearview

Where all the objects in a fallen hall of mirrors appear true

A crack to peer through, the sky ahead is clear blue

Here beneath the robber baron's heel

From where I sit it′s more a spiral than a Ferris wheel

With infinite variations on the same theme

Awaken from a strange dream

Steadfast facing what the day brings

[Verse: Homeboy Sandman]

The question we are here to solve is clear

The question we are here to solve is fear

The question we are here to solve is here at all

Because we think it's weird to get the spirit involved

′Cept no one cleared it with the bearded bald

Now answering the call 'cause I′m appalled

Offspring of unwavering faith that mated with unmitigated gall

Party in question I'm not here to play the wall

My fit is from the big and tall

I was invited by who provided the pride before the fall

To slide in and start reciting the writing on the wall

The splinter cell is Cinderella at the ball

The gun and badge are in the bathroom hiding in a stall

C'mon y′all

Something′s all wrong

When they try to play law

Don't play along

When they corner you don′t swing swords sing songs

When they looming large as King Kong keep calm

My word bond

If you feel a sore bum

That's the Sorbonne

Filling your head with lies

The same goes for Harvard and Oxford, impostors who ostracize

Anyone who proselytize

With the courage to convert you from the burgers and fries

With the courage to convert you from the burners and knives

With the courage to convert you

Push you further from the fervor and lies

Their tuition is a bribe

So step aside and let your intuition be your guide