The world ain’t round, it’s flat just like a map
or a picture in the mind of God, twirled around
the stitches in your line of thought, I don’t just rap I’m an app
downloaded, a sound that your soul
can now hold, hear the sound of our soles, we now go
not hurried, and those who worry – just sound old
text to talk, the Incredible Hulk, I sound bold
these Al Capones – can get force fed – Alpo cones
and left with horses heads, here let me help you home, report to bed and get
a telephone, you shall inform – the scores of dead you led
your ballad was invalid, you snivelin invalid
castin ballots for tragic ends, your impotent little friends
serenaded, nothing more than a daring raid – on their psyche
now it’s very late, yeah I’m getting carried away – at lightspeed
never take advice – from traitors who add vice
to virtue, and give it curfews – at night, and as life
gets difficult, miserable – misanthropes – who missed the boat
pissed at Noah, and piss and moan, and sit and groan – to give you rope
to hang yourself, under a mistletoe, they won’t change themselves
they just change the shell – corp – used to thwart – and imprison hope
but I am hope’s prisoner, hope has imprisoned me
in a meeting that won’t get adjourned, we both are envisioning
the throat of a Philistine – severed, never – boast in ability
I’m just an app – that raps, I’m just the chosen utility
got a few bugs, babe, but just wait, God’s always doin updates
to this, as I adjust faith, and use it
dude, you gotta go thru hell – so you can compose yourself
and make a message, that’s why you’ve been waitin with baited breath
for the end of my beta testing, and I have baited my breath
so when I speak, what is released – is a nerve agent of blessin
schoolin beyond college, your medula oblongata’s
been takin a rapin, it’s filled with unusual oblong objects
they been fillin you all with knowledge – of good and evil instead of life
blinded, so you’ll look to your ego instead of light
quit whinin, and look at your dream instead of the night
the corpse is warm, feel the heat in the dead of night
it ain’t over, so stay sober, you may have blown it, unsafe closer
the main culprit, mea culpa, but there’s a ray of hope
that may involve ya, babe it’s called – today is all there
is, so remove the lid – and just live, and take it off here
from takin shrapnel – to takin off this year – at Cape Canaveral
next time you see me – I’ll be in – a space capsule
won’t make me back up, I ain’t Carbonite, I’m scarred for life
from cuttin in line – when I rhyme, a great tackle
no leeway – on the freeways? fine, I’ll take backroads
I did it – cuz I dig it, I turned my faith to a backhoe
reverin this land – cuz it’s a place where you stand bold
the American flag – is just a cape on a flagpole
oh, what it can make of a tadpole, from frogmen
to Navy SEALs, it’s a callin, it’s a place to kneel
and thank God for the opportunity, and act accordingly
and maybe stop abusin the freedom you cats are mortgaging
in debt to the left, you’re baccalaureates – in bashing warriors
who get off of their ass every damn morning here
the rest selling their souls, so the role that I prefer
is selling to their souls, just call me the soul proprietor
got some business – to finish, an aquisition, my admonition
don’t have a vision? then get one, that’s your mission
like Brandon, been – stabbed in the – abdomen, but we Marshall
our forces – like George and – C 4 doors, and don’t abandon this
you’re not superfluous, you’re an app, you perform a task
and you’re superb at it, man, ma’am, I am – a superlative
a madman, so scram, the future burns within
and it will detonate – anyday, and you will burn with it…
© 2011 Paul Will Prevail