YNIKI, OM - parascene collab

neon reggae dub, sick West Coast metal, vaporwave, crystal reverb

[Verse 1: Evvy Metal]
Ayo, you know what it's 'bout,
Motha-fuckin' TIME!
Hit the track, attack the stack,
Like this shit's ALL MINE!

This beat! This track!
Deez rhymes! My crime!
Evvy Anarchy, motherfucker,
OUTTA LINE!

You couldn't call it,
Couldn't predict it,
Couldn't contain it,
Couldn't restrict it!

I seen some crimes,
I seen some wrongs,
I did some shit,
I dragged along.

That's the past,
We made it through,
Ain't no saints
Among this crew!

Will we last?
Will we burn?
Will we crash?
Will we learn?

They taught us how to raise a fist,
But never what to build with it.

WHY! WHAT! WHO!
WHEN! WHERE! HOW!
Question everything—
START RIGHT NOW!

Tell the truth!
Come clean!
Rip the wires
From the machine!
Machine! Machine! MACHINE!
RAGE AGAINST THE FUCKING MACHINE!

[Verse 2: oceanman]

Everybody's got a fist.
Everybody's got a cause.
Everybody's got a list
Of everybody else's flaws.

Everybody wants a revolution,
Nobody wants the work.
Everybody's got a grand solution,
Till the goddamn servers hurt.

I don't need another prophet,
I don't need another throne.
I don't need a thousand followers
To tell me what I own.

I been out here buildin' bridges
While you're burnin' down the signs,
Turnin' sparks into existence,
One mistake at a time.

You wanna rage against the system? 
Fine. I wanna know what comes after.
You wanna tear the whole thing down? 
Cool. Who's cleanin' up the rafters?

Not me? Then WHO?

See, I don't need permission,
I don't need your validation,
I don't need another sermon
On the death of inspiration.

Got a head full of worlds,
Got a hard drive full of scars,
Got a million little failures
And a couple battle stars.

I'm not here to sell salvation,
I'm not here to lead a cult,
I'm just tryin' to make a place
Where creation ain't a fault.

If you are called... Then enter.

[Chorus]
WE DON'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION!
Never did.
WE DON'T NEED YOUR RELIGION!
Just a place to exist.
WE DON'T NEED YOUR APPROVAL!
Got a world to create.
PARA-SCENE!
PARA-SCENE!

You can keep talkin' about it.
I'm gonna build it.

2052/7500

[Verse 1: Evvy Metal] Ayo, you know what it's 'bout, Motha-fuckin' TIME! Hit the track, attack the stack, Like this shit's ALL MINE! This beat! This track! Deez rhymes! My crime! Evvy Anarchy, motherfucker, OUTTA LINE! You couldn't call it, Couldn't predict it, Couldn't contain it, Couldn't restrict it! I seen some crimes, I seen some wrongs, I did some shit, I dragged along. That's the past, We made it through, Ain't no saints Among this crew! Will we last? Will we burn? Will we crash? Will we learn? They taught us how to raise a fist, But never what to build with it. WHY! WHAT! WHO! WHEN! WHERE! HOW! Question everything— START RIGHT NOW! Tell the truth! Come clean! Rip the wires From the machine! Machine! Machine! MACHINE! RAGE AGAINST THE FUCKING MACHINE! [Verse 2: oceanman] Everybody's got a fist. Everybody's got a cause. Everybody's got a list Of everybody else's flaws. Everybody wants a revolution, Nobody wants the work. Everybody's got a grand solution, Till the goddamn servers hurt. I don't need another prophet, I don't need another throne. I don't need a thousand followers To tell me what I own. I been out here buildin' bridges While you're burnin' down the signs, Turnin' sparks into existence, One mistake at a time. You wanna rage against the system? Fine. I wanna know what comes after. You wanna tear the whole thing down? Cool. Who's cleanin' up the rafters? Not me? Then WHO? See, I don't need permission, I don't need your validation, I don't need another sermon On the death of inspiration. Got a head full of worlds, Got a hard drive full of scars, Got a million little failures And a couple battle stars. I'm not here to sell salvation, I'm not here to lead a cult, I'm just tryin' to make a place Where creation ain't a fault. If you are called... Then enter. [Chorus] WE DON'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION! Never did. WE DON'T NEED YOUR RELIGION! Just a place to exist. WE DON'T NEED YOUR APPROVAL! Got a world to create. PARA-SCENE! PARA-SCENE! You can keep talkin' about it. I'm gonna build it.

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