Powerman 5000

Take it to the end dead
Take it to the end
Take it to the dead end

Check the man on the corner
Who could it be, I can't see
Cause his face is covered with a hood

I should and I could of expected
My life was disconnected
The darker it gets the better I feel
The less I see the more things seem real
I move on, the hate I feel is to strong
Connection, is made from the inner yeah
I'm stayin true but still I'm made to look like
A sinner who stole the soul of me

I broke the mold

Roll, I roll, I roll with the punches
Got nothing but to move (? )
And I find that yeah

Take it to the end dead
Take it to the end
Take it to the dead end

The (? ) and the creature with a happy face
Glad to see you run when you run in place
Glad to see your ass when your lost in space
The final punch here is here yeah

Stranger in a strange land
Is what I chose for myself
I think the choice was right
For my mental heath
Cuz now no one will follow me yeah
Now no one will follow me

And if they do

They're sure to get lost in the haze
I got maze after maze after maze after maze
It's amazing it's all in the brain
So get your ass some water
Cuz the shit is now blazing

Check yourself
Put yourself in check
Free your mind
Then you come correct
I expect to give what I get
And get what I give
And I know that you jet
When I step
Life's around for the fool yeah
Find ya lost yeah
Your brain by the bruise
I ain't givin
No disrespect
Just find my space and I disconnect
I disconnect
I disconnect
Yeah

And I burn for 25 years

What's that sound that
(Powerman, Powerman)
What's that sound that
(Powerman, 5000)
What's that sound that
(Powerman 5000)
What's that sound that you heard

What's that sound that you heard
What's that noise
(This is Powerman 5000)
What's that sound that you heard
What's that noise
(This is Powerman 5000)
What's that sound that you heard
What's that noise
(This is Poweman 5000)

What's that sound that you heard
What's that noise
(This is Powerman 5000)

What's that sound that
What's that sound that
What's that sound
What's that sound
What's that
What's

(Yeah, yeah)

Stand up, yeah
You've got to manage
And I won't sympathize
Anymore

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me, an army of me

You're alright, yeah
There's nothing wrong, nothing wrong
Self sufficience please
And get to work

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me, an army of me

(An army of me, yeah)

You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue squad
Is too eshausted

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me, an army of me

An army of me
An army of me
An army of me
An army of me

(Yeah!)

Hey, there's a face out in the crowd right back there that looks like trouble. There's a face right over there, he looks like trouble. There's a face, right, right down here, he definately looks like trouble. There's some faces right in the front here,definately look like some fucking trouble. And some faces right over there, I know those fuckers look like trouble. And there's one guy right back there. He ain't so bad; he's alright.

Get up
I'm staying here 'cause I'm fed up
I spend all my time on rhymes

But it just ain't enough, let's kick it out to the abstract
'Cause I'm right on track

And get it a little bit constricting, yeah, I need some uplifting
Too many time's I've found myself drifting

A lot of it's pure, but it comes out a toxin, I'm dead locked in, I'm dead locked in
They're burnin' in water, but I'm drowning in flames

Take it upon yourself, what you see is what you gotta plan
Make one now, like I know that you did
We're gettin' solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We're gettin' solid

I woke up in a scene that was bleak and
I knew upon death as I was speakin'
Seems I was surrounded by the meek and
I knew that the shit could not be weakened

Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Make one now, like I know that you did
We're gettin' solid
Yeah, yeah, right
We're gettin' solid
Alright, alright, okay

Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind

We're gettin' solid altogether, here we go
Gettin' involved with all the dumb shit goin' down
I make a sound in the dirt, I was born to raise the static
You wish you could, you never had it

Always wanna hang, but you just get hung
Always wanna climb, but you're on the first trunk
Sung like a true trouble maker, speaker
Move and you know I won't go save ya

Gettin' even ain't enough, revenge is the thing
That I bring with the rough stuff
Make one now like I know that you did
We're gettin' solid
Yeah, yeah
We're gettin' solid
Yeah
We're gettin' solid
Yeah, right, yeah, right

All wheels on the car from a 1990 truck
The one brain in your head
It's in there for good luck

When two go in and one and one comes out
Two go in and one comes out
It's 1925 and I walk the line

Put the hammer
Put the hammer down
Put the hammer

Fourteen out of twenty-four days
The sixty-third, I won't get paid (hey)
I'm fifty feet away from the crap
A minute to break, I'm taking a dive

Judge on a scale from one to ten
Not in the front and not on the end
And when I get up in the mix
I come all undone

Put the hammer
Put the hammer down
Put the hammer
Put the hammer down

Put the hammer
Put the hammer down
Put the hammer
Put the hammer down

One second, one second of humanity
Where it could be, but it ain't even close
And if you ask me, I don't wanna be
Everyday, everyday, everyday be

But I need a sick one
Nothing to spend, nothing equal
Every question is less than ample
But you never know, yeah, you never,

You never
You never

(Yeah! Hey!)

When two go in and one and one comes out
Two go in and one comes out
It's 1925 and I walk the line

Put the hammer
Put the hammer down
Put the hammer
Put the hammer down (hey)

(Yeah!)

(Put the hammer down)

Ya got feet but I seem so well, hell,
Cause with fire, I can't retire to a shell
You hear what I tell, didja hear what I tell
You gotta bring him through ya finger, exhale

Take me sooner so there ain't no doubt
That the heavier sleeper sleeps without
An angel to justify your dreamin'
Before you settle down, because you must be seein'

The many, the mirror
Well check it out, superhero
The fear of life and your ass is
What's gettin' nearer (yeah)

Ask yourself who and you ask yourself why
Look yourself in the eye

It ain't where you're from, it ain't where ya at
It's what ya do and what ya gotta do is the the fact of the matter
My tounge is my life, so I chatter
You're scarin' yourself and so you scatter

Rain that sat right out on the bed just with
Did he learn, just might this ever end
Tryin' to find a crumpet
You're wonderin' why you're not it

Actions speak louder than words, so they're nonstop
Drop to your knees, you gotta minute to play,
A second to die
Fortify yourself and you fortify the lie

Ask yourself who and you ask yourself why
Look yourself in the eye

In the eye, in the eye
Look yourself in the eye
In the eye, in the eye
To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys
In the eye, in the eye
Look yourself in the eye
In the eye, in the eye

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out now)

You're like the land of the lost
At what cost can you deal with it
I suggest you get real with it

Look yourself in the eye, yeah, is it bloodshot
Nearly believin' once it's not, are you not, are you not
Afraid to look deeper, don't fear the reaper
Wake up, wake up, wake up, when you're asleep

Walker, shit-talker, I know you're feelings are deep
'Cause you fear the night stalker
In the E-Y-E, see clearly
Kiss your own cheek, 'cause I don't want you near me
And I see right through ya, yeah, and this is gonna do enough

In the eye, in the eye
Look yourself in the eye
In the eye, in the eye
To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys
In the eye, in the eye
Look yourself in the eye
In the eye, in the eye
To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys

(In the eye, in the eye)
(Check it out, check it out, in the eye, in the eye)
(In the eye, in the eye)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, in the eye, in the eye)

C'mon!

Thank you. You guys are alright, you guys are alright. Hey, who woulda thought, who woulda thought... who woulda thought, man. It's much better playing here than Los Angeles, that's for sure. It seems to me the capital of cool ain't so cool anymore, I don't know

(People are coming from everywhere to get a touch from the lord)

Aw, yeah, now here's the situation
You gotta give a number, you're late for renovation
The grant is growing high, the shed's startin' to peel

I can't pay it 'cause I make 150 a week
Drink up, think up, you're sinkin' from the ground up
Slumlord, he laughs, the rat, like a rape or a hold up, fold up

The grass is always greener
But the money that he's makin'
That is makin' him-a scream-a

Let's get straight to the problem
Let's strike now, high brow
Whatcha gotta do to solve 'em

Somewhere your landlord, he's laughing
Pays every hundred for a room
On the street that's in fashion

Heat is obsolete, yeah, in the slumlord mind
But when you're payin' the rent
You better make it on time

You find your sad ass on the street
Makin' friends with the concrete

To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord

To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord

(Yeah)
(Check it our now)

Abstract, intuitive, and calls very few it
In the style of rhyme, should I take it to the next line
From the grave comes a poison from the grapevine
From the poison of the mind and to the lifeline

Do it again from the mouth of a liar
Knowin' the things of pride to expire
Higher than this and low as a bottom

You're prayin' for life itself, but you got a
Weak start, weak hart, a raw deal
A thing you don't feel, but it's real

Livin' kinda low on the third floor
Mother fuckers beatin' down on the front door

To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord

To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the, to the
Hey, hey, hey, c'mom

Yeah
To my landlord
Yeah
Can't hit that hard
Yeah
Can't hit that hard
Yeah

(We've been given a new lease, a new warning from the landlord)

(C'mon!)

Well it's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)

Well the tables have turned, I've learned no hope
For the ones who live to extremes
I mean, six A.M. and no sleep yet
A home is a city of fear and threads

I grew up in the streets at night
Yeah, just tryin' to get it right
What you know that the flow
Is flown from the gutter

I go slow, yeah, as I know
That's the truth and I swear it's no joke
Cause time is all to real
When you're tired and broke

For the pain of the lies and the prejudice
Ya can't stop all the crapulous
From the ends of the earth to the ends of the street
Yeah, that's how ya meet

And when you're gone
You're gone ya see red
In the city of the dead

In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
(Well it seems like a blocked, dead path)

In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
(Well it seems like a blocked, dead path)

Well it's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)

Where is the hope when it's falling like a drunk
As I look around I see punks, yeah
Trying to make the move to improve
But the fuckin' word you lose

Though the grips getting tighter than ever
And that's a long time to never be found
Take a look around, yeah
Put my feet on the ground

But who I am ain't what I am
And what I am is where I am, yeah
I wanna know if you can get that
A home is a city straight up fact

Lost souls, they roam with no conscience
Arrive life to thrive on the nonsense
Back on words goes straight to your head
In the city of the dead

In the city, the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
(Well it seems like a blocked, dead path)

In the city, the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
(Well it seems like a blocked, dead path)

The city of the dead runneth over with bullshit
Get ready for the hard hit, yeah
Got a head like a head for a radio
When your time comes in your head

You know you gotta go
Gotta know that you
Shouldn't over-simplifiy it
These are the rules, yeah, you can't deny it

Born and raised on a
One wa trip to hell
I'm on my way, hey
Can I get it, yeah

Check it out, the countdown has begun
4, 3, 2, 1 more time and I swear
It's over with a quickness
The city of the dead is a sickness