Little preface. I'm writing an album that is a full story all the way through. You've heard of a rock opera, this is a rap opera. This is the story of the main character meeting the love interest. The Main character is Philosophy C, head of the Love Revolution. In the future, love will be manufactured by the government- and is very fake, and the only real place love exists is in these hidden underground caverns, created by the Revolutionaries. Here you are.
Beneath the stage is a ragin' fire,
Underneath the ground, red desire.
Its the heat that keeps me discreet,
Because I'm just too hot.
And if you think I'm not. (You're wrong)
If you still disagree (So long)
I'm not about to sit and debate,
Not gonna procrastinate,
And at a later date, I'll show you
I'm everything you want-
And a little bit more!
So instead of this session
Of argue and digression,
I imagine the repression
Of your feelings, is messin'
Up your affinity for leasure,
It would be my greatest pleasure
And without desperature measures
To see you smile, and after awhile...
I'll reveal the reason I'm so versatile.
So, little darlin', watch these eyes
And I'll surmise, why the wealthy and wise-
Lead the rise of chivalric demise.
No more knights in shining, are more
Than flights in black, stealth armor.
Displeased that this thing called love,
Is something lovers have been bereft of,
Passion in the soul, only a hole,
measured by calendar rhythmatic birth control...
We are livin' in a controlled world, a non life-
The Matrix wasn't far off, live under the knife.
The scrutiny of omnipotent governments,
But love lives under glass in various tints
A rose coloured hue, to fool me and you,
But real love was lost a little after Bobby Frost,
But baby, lucky for you, you ran into the general
Head of the cause, Philosophy "you know Who"
I lead the love Revolution, Viva La!
Now that you know, Hear me Now!
Love doesn't exist in your bars and taverns
The act exists in underground caverns,
I wear this patch and this beret
An homage to an old fella named Che-
And now that you know, we better go.
Agents of evil, watchin' me from corners fo',
That's what we get for lovin, hon
Always on the go, always on the run.
So hold on tight, look below and -
You'll see that red light,
Beneath the stage is a ragin' fire,
Underneath the ground is red desire.
Trap door. 1, 2, 3.
Disappear.
Lynx.
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