Walls Songtext
von Sup the Chemist

If these four walls could talk
What would they tell the industry about me
If these four walls could talk
What would they conversation be

Glib when freakin′

Creeping through verses like Superman through the Metropolis
Birth name Chris
Dropping ecclesiastical dialect
Spreading like infections
Receiving no medical attention
Beats are reagents
Changing his lyrical substance into an old protopaic antiseptic
Underground he kept it until his skills were perfected


Now he feels he's done it
So he′s going public
Ingurgitating the mainstream
Replacing redundant moralist writers by denigrating their cipher
His idiomatic expressions put him in
A category of his own when flexin'
Exiled like the X-Men
Because his writings make one have to think to comprehend

If these four walls could talk
What would they tell the industry about me
If these four walls could talk
What would they conversation be

Music he uses it like pastors do pulpits
Commemorating words that were written by prophets and disciples
With no religious titles
He believes Jesus is God and God is Jesus and he can prove
This as fact to anyone who chooses not to believe his thesis

Chosen before he was a fetus
Way out like Kool Keith is with his mental masterpieces
They're like telekinesis cuz things are
Moving without him physically touching
Giving credit for his energy to the dope production
At a function
Comes harder than the CD when he′s splurging
Because he′s a people person
Who appreciates those who support his career by paying money
Reserving time, to come up in the spot and hear him rhyme


If these four walls could talk
What would they tell the industry about me
If these four walls could talk
What would they conversation be

A man who sits in a crowded room but feels lonely
Because he's celebrating with associates
Whose whole persona is so phony
Part time homies
Clinging when it′s convenient
Speaking but never mean it
And he's upset at this

Because there′s a lot of cats who wouldn't have came up so quick
If he would′ve chose to be selfish
But that's just the way it goes
Just keep fighting while they lose points from low blows
Coming out with antiquated flows
Will soon aggravate those who purchase LPs
Waiting to hear an MC over some innovating beats
He brings this type of heat
Crystallizing cats who use God as a crutch

For being weak

If these four walls could talk
What would they tell the industry about me
If these four walls could talk
What would they conversation be