Dimethyltryptamine Serenade (Klassical Jay Electronica, shout out to my homie Beethoven, RIP)

This is not the sound of your eardrums shattering
This is just villain and a monologue he's babbling
Cold calculations that'll cut you like a javelin
Analogous to the mushrooms that'll leave your mind unraveling
Dimethyltriptamine, throw it in a serenade
Tripping on my dancing knees, I ain't waking up today
Hey, let's amuse 'em with a television
Pictures on a magazine to kill them with a body image
Chasing after entertainment I heard that's the new Realigion
And the government knows all about your dumb opinions
Nineteen Eighty Four, huh, Orwell's got some real precision
Cause it's too big a problem to be solved by socialism
Fuck the profanity, I think that I'll abandon me
Can it be insanity that's rooted in humanity
Cut the thought short, call this line an amputee
Focus on the oddity and Imma do it candidly
This is not the sound of classical or hop
This is not the sound of the cool or the hot
This is not the sound of what you've already got
This is just the sound of existence and the rot
It's harmonious, like a paradox
My brain and pain and onions go together like a pair in a box
Testify to tell a lie the minimalist I'll maximize
End the revolution just to start another congo line
Oh my, what a time to be alive
Smile on my mouth, got excitement in my eyes
Madness the sadness the joy and satisfaction
Sharp eyes and dull ears might lead me to rap this
This is not the sound of the whole world shattering
This is just the sound of a masked man rambling
Killin' all the chords, you can hear it if you willin'
This is just the sound of the Blank Face Villain