Braille Songtext
von Face Candy

Well, there′s a problem with the volume
No, hold on
Hey, yeah, we can keep the music
We're gonna make a song about that
I got a song about this
I wanna be serious about this
I have a song about this
It starts like this
Well, about twenty or thirty minutes ago
I was elected by someone to know
They told me, "Man, you gotta keep the volume low
′Cause if not, the cops will come by and shut down the show"
So I said, "Alright, we'll keep the volume low
But that's not the only reason we wanna play low, you know?
Sometimes we just like to cool out and feel the flow
And feel like you can glow even if you don′t really know"


Yeah, sometimes I really like to lay low
Sometimes I like to lay low inside of my halo by the rainbow
All these little demons, they come and try to strangle me
But I won′t, 'cause I leave them tangled and mangled up in a
A rope, I tug-of-war with my own beliefs
And I don′t know what's going on
I hold my sword and I cut a crease right through the sky
Fly, open it, sit inside it, tell myself a lie
It′s for my own protection


Yeah, rap boy, rap boy, turn that shit down
You know that the police in the town don't wanna hear the sound
Of that real hip-hop, faucet open, drip drop
Shh, that′ll make you wanna wear a sandal flip-flop
Go to the beach, 'cause life is a bitch
Represent on track like train, don't switch
Or derail, never fail, you can tell how we inhale
Got heaven on my mind when I shine without the rubber in mind
Ayo, most of ′em blind
Most of ′em don't got the real shit that I got in my mind
So I speak to the ones that can′t relate
And all of us can eat, break bread, and get a plate
Hey, can I get some food? I get rude
Regulations get broke, like my name not mentioned in the Constitution
Feel my chakra when I electrocute them
I represent just like the real generals when I salute them
Off the top and never drop and never stop
And there's no option like a rare octagon
I′m the head doctor, mon
Represent this shit just like break fast Ramadan
If they ain't ready, then fuck it, I′m a conscious one
Unconscious, sent from the subconscious, I'm tapped in it
Represent this shit just like the rats get kept in it
Hair snapped in it
Yo, the I to the master, fly for the faster
Represent like green for the pastor, vegetarian
I eat some fish with no scavenger on my dish
But I wish, ayo, I didn't even have to eat food
Shit, I can just break you down to compounds and eat you

And we′re sentencing
We′re sentencing him to five million light years
In a rap jail