MR NOUN - MUCH MORE



I'm shaking off
a bitter aftertaste of so called albums I just bought
I've listened without feeling now my tolerance cut short 
cause frankly I done had it with that hollow ass tough talk
stop hollering and swallow it and follow us up north
we ain't got dollars but we got the powers to thrust forth
we poor knights but it's alright cause we fight for a just cause
now if you just some cowards that just doubt us then fuck y'all
the sci we move the crowd and get so loud that we crush jaws
but if you share the yearning and the burning we lust for 
the turning of the table and the tide when we plug chords
concerned that all the fables have to die when we bust for
the young and hungry and frustrated but never just bored
so if you tired of living in a world full of shut doors
and if you won't dress up in a white collar to suck balls
get on the rusty iron horse letīs ride to these rough shores 
behold the mighty ocean hold your breath and just hush pause
look through the mist at Babylon the towers that must fall
the machinery howling behind all them tough walls
the acid rain be showering devouring us all
with the power to fade the shade of green on this lush ball
they say itīs war on terror but to me it is just war
they show us all the glamour but to we itīs a rough tour
they steady underestimate the people they bluff for
they say itīs beats and rapping but we see that itīs much more