Universe

[sral]

"Burn After Reading" (2008)

“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” - Oscar Wilde

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Our sins are that of arsons, here’s the final verdict
It’s all water under the bridge until we try to burn it
Most are spittin’ and swearing aloud, I supply the verses
Posts are Indian burial grounds, ya diatribe of curses
Guess I’ll water it down; ya die-a-tribe of curses
Simple as it sounds, every time I write it’s perfect
On screens you’re assured, you speak with a purpose
Then I meet you in person and it seems like you nervous
We’re all evil since birth, so we invent an alias
The realest people on earth are just the best at faking it
Text is chaotic, so in order to form some rhyme…
I collect details, look for a pattern and organize
The world has eaten us alive, I guess it’s Godless
Our life spans are simply its digestive process
We look to the sky wishin’, but no reply is given
Cuz disguise-the-limit like road signs that’s hidden
I restrict it, my mind erases a mile a minute
While you race to auctions like my style’s forbidden
Train for Olympics limping, you waving a limp wrist
While I’m putting-on-a-clinic like faking a sickness
Live with conviction like a prison, I’m trapped again
So I spit it with precision to exact revenge
Now let the panic spread, you aint standing yet
Wanna raise up but you fake son, like tanning beds
Have to speak ya mind, but he who tortures that stance…
Gotta-axe-to-grind like strippers before a lap dance
Learn how to stacks bricks, I’ll burn down that quick
Can’t come to terms with that kid like first round draft picks
Your album’s a trash lid, cease trying to spit
Yacht-to-quit like some awfully rich retirement gift
Irony is, you’re too fake to see you’re make believe
So please burn this after reading like blank CD’s
The franchise sets up shop, you outta fashion for weeks
You talk so white there must be a Gap in your teeth
Can’t bring the heat, but you droppin’ your next flop
Cuz ya pre-synced ya beat like cops with a desk job
You Neanderthals make profits? I’ll take a percentage
You live through me so I’m a cave in ya chest, get it?
Every cent is accountable, but I illicit funds…
By what is taken off Ledger, like prescription drugs
You never hear me coming, I can tell they hear you
Must be light on my feet like L.A. Gear shoes
Y’all April fool’s can’t enjoy May’s weather either
Cuz you still manage-to-lose like Floyd Mayweather Sr.
Can’t measure up either, so grow up and reflect
I put my palm on your forehead, no punches connect
Some have said making a chorus will lead to success
But after you do what’s right… really, what’s left?
Just the concept; so you can go coast through posts
But you can’t be male, God forgot your postal code
Won’t come out on your own, so I broke your phone
Hiding home alone will coax-you-out like an overdose
Collect when you pass go, leave your investors alone
You can’t let your past go like Sylvester Stallone
In Rocky 6 and Rambo; I’m teaching the ropes
Only way I’d submit ya work is with a guillotine choke
I’m like Quentin Tarantino, tearin’-teen-ho’s
Take their cherry and go, I’m not a charity though
Musical chairs are repo’d, your career is re-sold
You don’t apparently know that ya transparency shows
The Tide is turning, but you aint wearin’ clean clothes
Get ‘contacts’ in the biz cuz you can barely see bro
That’s a guaranteed show, you’re a rare placebo
I’m committed like patients, hope the therapy holds
When the World Trade deleted, I suffered a minor stroke
Impregnated a girl named Katrina, but her water broke
You claustrophobic bitch, the walls are closing in
I’m like an archaeologist, I got a bone to pick
Few can live as fugitives, prison yards are growin’
I haven’t noticed, I’m still-at-large like a blowfish
You’re on the VHS shelf, homeless as an orphan
Just forfeit, I’m the coming-attraction like endorphins
I’ve been indoors since, but I cannot endorse it…
Without a forced grip on reality like a Picasso portrait
To ignorant to ignore it, so you of course snitch
You a journalist, someone shoots and you report it
Don’t record it, cuz no one understands ya overkill
You not a straight shooter like the camera in Cloverfield
I know the deal, but you of course opt to miss it
You don’t got a pot to piss in, I’m more optimistic
Wash in Mystic River, I need to protect the leak
I’m the last sentry left in the twenty first century…

Never content with my content, destroy, don’t read
All who enter and desire a phrase to coin, quote me
I’ll fire the afterburners like unemployed dope fiends
So burn after reading but avoid the smoke screen…

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That’s just a ploy, joking; a milestone is reached
This entire piece was the chorus, and so...

... repeat. :D


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