If the vibe was suicide ...Then let me do the cuttin' ...Some speak the sounds ...But speak in silent voices ...Like radio is silent ...Though it fills the air with noises ...As ya mold to the unreal ...And mad boy grips the microphone ...d mad mad boy grips the microphone ...('Cause I know the power of the question) ...t stop cause I know the power of the question) ...s time to flow like the fluid in ya veins ...Not a silent one ...'Cause I'm the bastard son ...With the visions of the move ...The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival ...The silent sheep slippin', rif...ive ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin...Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin...Mad boy grips the microphone .....and mad boy grips the microphone ...('Cause I know the power of the question) ... stop 'cause I know the power of the question) ... stop 'cause I know the power of the question ...And if the vibe was suicide ...Then let me do the cuttin' ...The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel ...And if the vibe was suicide ...Then let me do the cuttin'

Three voices on the phone ...Given the options I've had ...A silent wonder

her sunrise swathes the earth in light. ...The sun, a symbol of innocence, inverse of the night. ...'O hear it's silent cries as the blackness envelops....int reigns, mummify the sun. ...The event of it's demise, an invitation to it's rival.

watch them pillage the planet ...trees fall to the hatchet ...chopping against the grain, ...sadly ignore the pain, ...the end arrives, we all...Castaways have silent lives ...with the strength to rival you ...now I turn on the light. ...rm up food not seen the soil ...used to the lies they're tellin... to life than meets the eye ...can we escape the grind,