Underachiever lyrics

Artist  : Qwel 
Song : Underachiever
 
 
[Verse 1]
The space it takes to time travel ain't worth the
effort
Mic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network
As clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfect
This pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertex
Serpents smell with your tongues and wait for
blackouts
Yo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the crack
house
Appachis don't stop, but the candle burns
at both ends while most men just channel surf
It's gonna take more then folded hands to part
the skies
So lets drown from the ground up
Imperfection starts with I
am god and god's not hard rock or worthy slaves
Surfer make the paper sleep late, pray for early
graves
I hope we catch ebola, just what man deserves
Built god with satellites, but couldn't handle
earth
It'll flood 'till the blood spills, but you still
wouldn't believe it
No control, alt, delete it
I'm on my way to be it
The time it takes to space travel ain't worth the
distance
If I could reach the remote from here then I
convert the mission
Worse then vision splitting headaches
What man's set on looking?
These books are too heavy, plus the antenna's
crooked
The batteries are drained, I think I'll wait it
out
But way the pounds of apathy, I think I hate this
couch
We can slouch into a fetus, all we need is
television
 
With long spoons to feed us sex and exorcism
Internet access to find our souls
E-mail me dogs, cynical smiles and barcodes
Homes are only shelters, only shelves of a man
Remote is where the heart is, the heart is
gettin' bent
Yo, we can start right now, here in Chi-town
I'll die if you have to, you know I'm down
With an automatic bag of chips, the honeybun's
out
What channels the revolution on? the
motherfucking couch

[Verse 2]
Cameras for the crips, like gifts for the thieves
When he's only fifteen and got a tip from his
seeds
So whats kid gonna read, when clips is magazines?
When god drowns we;re surrounded by fags and
fiends
Rapping teen actors on the magic screen
Lies for halftime, why's he laughin' at me?
Let the smoke flow out through his platic speech
Patching dream jobs for slaves, saving half the
fee
Hack the feet off, at the khaki cuff
Need batteries for windows, 'cause reality sucks
Half to give up something right?
The library's sold, meet us on the ones and twos
in binary code
Hypnotize my mind, is it time to explode?
Is my spine a remote, or am I in control?
As I portray this wisdom image actor see
But why's this plastic thing, pointed back at me
Pointed back at me (pointed back at me)