Syzigy
[Intro]
(Samples)
He's the-
He's the "Wizard of the Oz"
He's got magic... (He's the Wizard)
And you know...
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Yeah, uh, check it
One-two, one-two
Couple wiz' Kids, wouldn't wanna risk it
Yeah, uh
Dark Side of Oz
My name is "Tone."
Easy on the cuts
Y'all check it, bring it down like this:
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[Verse 1]
The Forbidden Fruit, I bit into
And it's innocence minuscule
The menace who ain't flowing when he spit it
At critics in interviews
So give me room
In it to win it, since I was in the womb
And I'll pressure the pinnacle
'Til my energy interludes
Used to be a bit bitter and cynical, (Nothing changed)
Except, I grew into the shoes I tried to wear
But didn't fit into
Realize, It's bigger than you and I
Individual visions elusive, we indivisible unified
Only difference between a kid in prison for moving "pies"
And a cool, legitimate business man in a suit and tie;
One is doing time, the other is on the Jury
Just caught on different side of the pyramid solution, I-
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(Who are you?)
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Just a human, using this music to utilize my polluted mind
Looking for some bluer skies
Do or die, shooting through the storm for the lumin high
What's the truth, you decide
Who knows where the Future lies?
- (Scratching) -
[Sample]
(The Great O-O-Oz has spoken!)
(Who-Who are you?)

- (Scratching) -
I-I-I am
The Incredible
(Beat)
The Incredible

- (Scratching) -
(Easy on the cuts.)
(I-I-I got the wild style.)
Yo, (Listen!)

[Verse 2]:
They wanna see me needy pleading
In the gritty greedy for freebies
To feed it completely
Working the seedy street with a squeegee? (Yeah right.)
I'll go out squeezing for freedom
And speak allegiance
That will leave a piece of me reaching every region
Fleeting Graffiti, seedy encyclopedias, seedy radio frequencies
Even the seething, and deceiving T.V. Screen will receive it
What I mean is, you can stop my heart from beating
My breathing, but the demon in me being dead is some nonsense
You need to quit it, either they did it for dinner
Dim-witted idiot didn't get the edited messages;
We fed up with it
Watch the Television become the supervision
Babysitting, raising your children
On the ideals of Consumerism
Spare me the euphemism, American Feudal System
Cherish the booming business
And stare at the luminescence
Impairing our view of fiction
Appearing in true depiction
Elusive hallucinogenic fear is the group condition
It's very accumulative, apparently unified
Hysterical superstitions as eerie as lunar missions
In terrorist crucifixions, empirical proof is missing
Imperial truth is what libertarian crew is missing
All very amusing when the interiors is fully fitted
Who cares if it's fuel efficient
What's air with pollutants in it?
Just carry the new tradition
'Cause wearing computer chips in your skin
Isn't science fiction, it's barely futuristic
They buried the tool of wisdom in various schools religions
Material movie images, institutions in prison
The clarity, youth is missing, I'm sharing my truth with 'em
Like barreling through a prism as rare as the moon eclipse

[Samples]
(And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.)

("I-I've heard of it, and
I've actually sorta of seen how it works
And it's-it's very impressive, but I think there's two elements to that:
One, who on earth spent that much time working, with that track, and that movie?
And you could try it, you could probably try it with other films and other movies.")