Paleface – The Iconoclast

Paleface – The Iconoclast

Verse 1

                            What I thought was fresh I find molded 
I'm stressed and blind-folded 
I'm blessed (and) signed yet scolded 
Hold it! All of a sudden I'm reproached, 
blamed and discredited 
I read a magazine fold-out 
sayin' I sold out with the swearwords edited 
Letting it get to ya 
is the worst thing you could do 
following your heart and staying hunble being the 1st thing you should do 
All in all it comes down to droppin' 
one-on-one on Battle-breaks 
Anytime Two-tongues! 
I love skinning rattle-snakes! 
It's all moo-moo after all the sound that brainless cattle makes Can't touch me! 
If you ride hard remember that the Saddle shakes and You may fall off the 
Horse any given moment 'cos Some of us are unsure and Some of us are Showmen 
find the means, behind the Scenes 
explore every omen to realize Rome wasn't built in a day you don't have to be 
a briton

Chorus

                            Hip-hop is a Punitive Community 
I thought we all were for Unity 
Not even Ol' Skool Heads are 
granted Diplomatic Immunity

Verse 2

                            Why's an MC an immediate sell-out 
when he earns a mark? 
everything turns to dark 
that little doggie learns to bark 
all that hate really burns a mark 
sudden faith turns 
the Shark into the Hunted 
Living dead giving head to the Undead 
We should've learned fables about turned tables a total of 10 concerned 
labels 
that weren't able to offer me 
whats righteously mine 
this reduced the total to - let's see 
nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three 
now, I don't drive a BMW I drive a BMG1 
so, let the Versatile curse a while 
In verse of Style I nurse my rhyme 
Never giving an MC a ten, if he earns a nine 
with a rhymestyle worse than mine 
maybe he learns in time 
that to be able to be 
nominating for dominating 
one has to burn a mic

Chorus

                            Hip-hop is a Punitive Community 
I thought we all were for Unity 
Not even Ol' Skool Heads are 
granted Diplomatic Immunity

Verse 3

                            You're aimless! Not blameless! 
You're thoughtless! Not flawless! Nor faultless! You're hypocritical, lame! 
My Political Aim is Critical Acclaim 
there's a fine line between True Name, 
Pure Game and Analytical Fame 
it's all the same 
there's always some lad asking 
"are you a Comrade or a Scumbag?" 
reading a Drummag with this dumb ad: 
AN MPC MP3 MC for MTV 
leaves an empty feel 
now you're about to sign 
an unusually tempting deal 
Do you kneel down 
or do you take the wheel? 
Do you steal sounds 
or do you break the Seal of Originality? 
in actuality unprecedented versatility meets harmonic stability and real 
talent 
but the saddest part is that 
how many Groupies gave him oral 
determines if he goes down 
immortal or im morale

Chorus

                            Hip-hop is a Punitive Community 
I thought we all were for Unity 
Not even Ol' Skool Heads are 
granted Diplomatic Immunity

Verse 4

                            Colasnortinghashorgamepills 
You're an up-and-coming MC 
sporting cash-for-fame-Skills 
I don't even have to tell you 
that Aspartame kills the same ills made you pay bills and consolidate your 
outstanding debts 
before the love and overstanding gets stuck 
in between the Zero Tolerance Officer and the Harm Reduction Cop 
Realize the Bottomline: 
You suck like a Suction cup perfect size, plasticine and used on a regular 
basis 
You've reached a frozen moment, 
your 2nd consecutive stasis 
You're thirsty looking at the sand around you no sign of an Oasis 
You're running back and forth in Labyrinths and running back and forth in 
Mazes 
nothing changes 
it never seizes to amaze me 
I actually vouched for the Wrong Guy 
I thought I retained the Balance 
with my weak and my strong eye 
it took a long while - 
I'll find closure in this song 
I'll pass to you 
in a bonafide Bong Style

Chorus

                            Hip-hop is a Punitive Community 
I thought we all were for Unity 
Not even Ol' Skool Heads are 
granted Diplomatic Immunity