Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge)

[Intro]

The boy raps over movie scores. His last rap was over the movie score for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

[Verse 1]

She say she never fell in love with a Superman

Christian, Muslim, Protestant, Lutheran

I told her that being a mortal is the portal

To the true nature of growth; the Christlike Buddha man

That's why I never spit the traditional garbage of a knife fight

Bright lights, white ice to the fans

The radio is just a stereo, like a house ain't a home

And a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van

Go to work; go to church let your dreams die

Bow tie, Final Call, and a bean pie

Yarmulke for Hanukkah, wish list for Christmas

This is the gist of the life that we lead, why?

So you can fit in, with the closed-minded in the sit-ins

And get clothes-lined in the ed-end

I could care less about a plaque and Bid-enz

And gettin' Punked on TV by my fri-dends

Don't get a nigga wrong

I get tempted by the rewards that all come along with making nigga songs

But what does it mean if I'm a Muslim and you a Jew

And because of that alone we don't get along

And when you talk like this, and try to walk like this

The radio stations'll never put a nigga on

Just Mims, just 50, just Wayne, just Jeezy

Dem Franchize Boyz, and Jimmy Jones

Fuck that, fuck rap, this 'god-hop'

Kingdom music for the hard rocks

I'mma spit it 'til TRL get it and Hot 97 hit a nigga with a bomb drop

Ask Flex, ask Slay, ask Whoo Kid

Just Blaze said Jay is the new kid

I took Eternal Sunshine and I looped it

No drums no hook just new shit

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

...Because He Broke the Rules

[Sample: Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory]

Grandpa Joe: Wh-When does he get it?

Willy Wonka: He doesn't

Grandpa Joe: Why not?

Willy Wonka: Because he broke the rules

Grandpa Joe: What rules? We didn't see any rules, did we, Charlie?

[Charlie shakes his head briefly]

Willy Wonka: [springs up from his chair, angrily] Wrong, sir! Wrong! Under section 37B of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if - and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy:

[grabs a magnifying glass and reads]

Willy Wonka: "I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained," et cetera, et cetera... "Fax mentis, incendium gloria cultum," et cetera, et cetera... Memo bis punitor delicatum!

[slams the contract copy and the magnifying glass down, continues shouting]

Willy Wonka: It's all there! Black and white, clear as crystal! You stole Fizzy-Lifting Drinks! You bumped into the ceiling, which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you GET... NOTHING! YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY, SIR!

[Verse 2]

The handling of a heart's a very delicate art

Cause it's paper-thin

One irrelevant thought that started out as a spark

Could be a poisonous dart that leaves a permanent mark

That's ice cold in the day and burns in the dark

And makes you never wanna see her face again

Tee-hee, what a place I'm in

Lead me to the station

A one-way ticket, don't look back

One cold tear that froze and cracked

A whole lot of pain I'm holdin' back

Chav said, "Eff that, roll the sack"

I said, "If my skull was cracked

And blood ran out to the cul-de-sac

That could not match me where I'm at"

My memories flash me there and back

Yup there goes me right there in black

Holdin' hands, not starin' back

She starts cryin' I start denying

It's my fault and I'm aware of that

Man, in hindsight signs, be glarin' back

Where's the map to show you where you're at?

I can hear the crowd yelling, I can smell the tire smoke

I can hear the starter pistol where's the track?

Ring no answer, came home late

Jane told Dick she had a date

But they was just chillin' and at that moment

The right brain says to the left just kill em

Make the headlines, make the front page

Wild out in the courthouse man thrill 'em

They'll say, "The boy dead wrong," but I feel him

Voodoo Man

[Sample: Turtles Can Fly (translated from Kurdish)]

Satellite: He hasn't walked on a mine! Who said that? Stay where you are! Don't move! How long has he been there?

Boy: Since morning, Satellite

Satellite: Don't move! Don't move!

Riga: Are you talking to me?

Satellite: Yes! If you move you'll die. Please don't move! I'll come over to you

Riga: What?

Satellite: There are mines all around you

Riga: What? I shouldn't move? Are there mines here?

Satellite: Has anybody gone to get his brother?

Pesheow: Yes!

Satellite: Don't move! I'll come over to you. Everyone quiet!

[Verse 3]

Voodoo man, chicken bone chicken bone

I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain

My ears start ringing, my nose get bloody

I feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain

Intermission transmission put me in submission

Glistening trapped in the light prison whistling

The Christ told me come closer to the light man

I went blind, woke up in front of a mic stand

[Verse 4]

Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter

Walking on water with a scroll in my hand

The blueprints for a disc shaped-like vessel

That was chiseled out of metal off the coast of Japan

Fasting on the top of a mountain out in Tepoztlán

Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean

I'm sort of like a postman

You can get the message if you want to understand

From the rap Son of Man

[Sample]

...on November 7th saw this disc-shaped object floating above the sea concourse of the United Airlines at O'Hare. Very low in the sky, it was still daylight, very distinct. Didn't look like an airplane, a helicopter, or anything else

[Verse 5]

Voodoo man, civilize the savage

Criticize the parish spreading false doctrine

Terrorize the cleric for carrying on nonsense

Specialized lies to paralyze the conscience

Voodoo man, chit chatter Abracadabra

Spitting out matter while I'm shitting out data

Mmm, chew 'em up shitting out rappers

Sipping Pellegrino while I'm giving out matches

Set yourself on fire

Let the wisdom of Elijah purify ya

Take a nigga higher

Sold your soul to the highest buyer

Now you're on the wire talking about two-foot tires

Saying you sell crack

Clapping at cats with macs

But you a liar pants on fire

Same old rugged cross

Different crucified messiah

FYI

[Sample: Elijah Muhammad]

Don’t get me wrong now. Don’t make a mistake in thinking that I’m telling you this was the beginning of the man on the Earth. Fifty thousand years ago is like telling you thirty days ago or ten days ago or five days ago, to the age of the universe. We have no exact record of it but it runs way into the trillions

[Verse 6]

While you was blowin' X amount of dollars on a bracelet

The sovereign nation of France was openin' they files

On the UFO phenomenon: i.e. spaceships

It's just the facts, Jack may as well face it

Every rhyme I write the seal get cracked in the chapter of Revelations

A atom get cracked in the blackness of meditation

Mysterious shit

Call me Jay Dogon, I'm on some serious shit

Scholars wonder why don't he bust

Allah blessed me with a Midas-y touch

Everything I lay to hands turn to Ethiopian gold: shiny and buffed

I got a firm understandin' on the minus and plus

So I ain't got time to argue with a rapper 'bout how he ain't got rhymes

That's fuckin' with mine's

I'm trying to kill Lucifer, so if I have to brake

Cause a rapper in my face tellin' me that he the great

You can bet a shiny nickel I'll blast his motherfuckin' ass way past Jupiter

You couldn't be stupider, fuckin' with the nuclear

Mayan, Aztec lion, Asiatic Blackman from Zion

Quetzalcoatl supreme, lettin' off steam

Dimethyltryptamine make a man dream

But y'all would much rather hear me rappin' 'bout trash

The size of Erykah's ass, blunts and cash

We need savin'

Minds are consumed with swine we need bathin'

[Sample: Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory]

Willy Wonka: There it goes. Hold on tight. I'm not exactly sure what's going to happen. Faster, faster...if we don't pick up enough speed, we'll never get through

Charlie: Get through what?

Willy Wonka: Ah-ha!

Grandpa Joe: You mean we're going...

Willy Wonka: Up and out!

Grandpa Joe: But this roof is made of glass. It'll shatter

Into a thousand pieces. We'll be cut to ribbons!

Willy Wonka: Probably.  Hold on, everybody. Here it comes!

[Sample: The Prestige]

Alfred Borden: Are you watching closely?