Rekonstruction

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Spooky] Yes, yes, check, check This is DJ Spooky That Subliminal Kid Just coolin' out in the studio, y'knowmsayin Listening to this music made from fragments of the world Just thinking 'bout how people can reconstruct Y'knowmsayin, we living in a time where just, things are changing A lot of DJs just speak with their hands, you know It's time to like, expand So I wanna pass the mic To my man Pharoahe, my man Prince from Organized Konfusion Abstract lyricists par excellence, y'knowmsayin And just keep it advanced So, just open your minds and check the flow Peace [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] The ecliptic warrior, verbal tactic avenger Sporadic vocabulist in the grace of splendor I, who so magnificently emerge Vicariously throughout different points in time Changing the mindsets of multiple individuals Recording live sessions and stealing artist's residuals The year 1973, stepping to me is impossible You could face many unsurmountable obstacles The first of which are three optical illusions, digitally enhanced Should you advance past onto within thirty kilometers The second line of defense is heat detected by my thermometers The third of which constantly switches Sonically deciphering minimal noise and pitches Eliminating computer glitches, which is The reason I'm immune to any virus or snitches [Verse 2: Prince Po] On a new world mission, stepping up to the plate Number eight mic killer who spills guerilla warfare mind state Making my [?] blame for the [?] crime rate This blind date with hate got me looking like a primate Regardless the lyrics is ice and pump, give me the cake Hand me mine's fork and the plate, and for mankind's sake I spit seeds truth so we can continue to grow Who tear the roof off with this venomous flow? It's Prince Po Mega omnipotent, twice as hot Should I say like molten rock, livest cat on the block And in the alley by the fish spot, sadly they got me marked Nowhere to run, you buggin', that's where my herb moves from the dark Shake the weak, move with the strong, steadfast elevate Yo let that man be a bitch for not accepting you was wrong No red tape can't stop my team on your fast break Atomic bombed up in your bass and let the righteous move on Worldwide, state to state in the heart I'm seldom you felt By soldiers [?] along with [?] dealt I'm equivalent to a stealth [?] Prince Po [?] truth Infrared zeroes in on our everyday youth It's like, we reconstruct, reconstruction, like, uh, yea Production of the, rhyme and the, beat and the Reconstruct with, reconstruction, like [Verse 3: Prince Po] Reconstruction, creative abduction Using rhythm and sound precision wisdom from compound Of positive reactors found buried in the soils of life Your [?] cataracts is wrapped up in the coils of hype With the tracks that move to the sounds With the inner feelings with the unfound What creates the up to date formula to service the grounds Never facetious, search for lessons that'll teach us To reach the deepest with no extra turn over on downs [?] Sold by the pounds, reconstruction [Verse 4: Pharoahe Monch] Unconventional, the court from the fourth to the fifth dimensional Essensual it is to reconstruct [?] to pull polarities Tonally I bring vocal vulgarity And plus manipulate the Earth's magnetic field to carry me And reconstruct, reconstruct, and reconstruct