Source Code (feat. Deca)

Time to wake up and face what's to come head on
First and foremost
Interpret Pharaoh's pipe dream to crack the source code
He's headstrong, surfing on a waves crest
Left plasma on the doorpost for the angel of death
Pass by me
Here beneath the robber baron's heel
From where I sit it's more a spiral than a Ferris wheel
Make square deals break bread and share a meal
That's the ticket, a butterfly net to catch my drift with
Amidst all the bootstrap myths of rags to riches
Pointed questions are bad for business
First is where the last ole finish after every sickness is purged
I caught a preview of the action but the vision was blurred
Waste of time stressing over that this and the third
In the final chapter Old Scratch is kicked to the curb
He threw his weight around town, the town became a circus
And serpents started moving counter to their stated purpose
Meantime I found the Sandman and traded verses
The combination on the bandstand could make the earth shift
"Perfect"
The opposite of how machine gears move
With Newton's clockwork universe in the rearview
Where all the objects in a fallen hall of mirrors appear true
A crack to peer through, the sky ahead is clear blue
Here beneath the robber baron's heel
From where I sit it's more a spiral than a Ferris wheel
With infinite variations on the same theme,
Awaken from a strange dream
Steadfast facing what the day brings

The question we are here to solve is clear
The question we are here to solve is fear
The question we are here to solve is here at all
Because we think it's weird to get the spirit involved
'Cept no one cleared it with the bearded bald
Now answering the call 'cause I'm appalled
Offspring of unwavering faith that mated with unmitigated gall
Party in question I'm not here to play the wall
My fit is from the big and tall
I was invited by who provided the pride before the fall
To slide in and start reciting the writing on the wall
The splinter cell is Cinderella at the ball
The gun and badge are in the bathroom hiding in a stall
C'mon y'all
Something's all wrong
When they try to play law
Don't play along
When they corner you don't swing swords sing songs
When they looming large as King Kong keep calm
My word bond
If you feel a sore bum
That's the Sorbonne
Filling your head with lies
The same goes for Harvard and Oxford, impostors who ostracize
Anyone who proselytize
With the courage to convert you from the burgers and fries
With the courage to convert you from the burners and knives
With the courage to convert you
Push you further from the fervor and lies
Their tuition is a bribe
So step aside and let your intuition be your guide