Burnt Pride

Burnt Pride is a crazy thing
But now, what does it take to make you feel me concrete?
I aint your maitred, I aint on pain relief
This aint make believe, I aint on no ankle leash
I tried speaking in a rational manner
Tried to get my point across using regular me(ans)
I even patterned my delivery
Similarly after something you had said
So that you would not interpret me differently, but
My heads on a tree swing
Your debts still lingering
While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows
I ask, 'Whys it always closed?'
Im told its my approach
Well lets suppose
Just for the sole sake of argument that
Despite the spite and all the ill will youre harboring
That me, Lyrics Born, all this power that Im harnessing
That I didnt come in here to no conquering
That I came in here to do a little bargaining
Grease key people do some apple polishing
Maybe hail a cab for my local congressman
So he can hook me with the landlord in parliament
Then Ill set up a booth, hand-pick my operatives
Train em up, send my squad of garbagemen
To spread the good will, all in the environment
And all the false doctrine and all the carcinogens, but now
I gotta be wise bout who Im targeting
The key is make the young folks offerings
So that they dont become adults that are demonstrative
Or else my chances of retirement go spiraling
So then I work my way into their subconsciousness
I tell them always use caution, now, cautiousness, because
Are you absolutely positive that you can make it without us and be prosperous?
You need to look at me and my accomplishments
Hey , I got an idea, lets start a partnership!
Itll be just like livin in a Harlequin
And well feed our pond fishies ostriches
Well feed the starved kiddies self-doubt lozenges
Just peeling layer after layer off their confidence
Until its one planet us homogenous
Versus one gumball you optimists!!
Burn pride!! Burn pride!!
Burn pride!! Burn Pride!!
Burnt Pride is a crazy thing
What does it take to make you feel me concrete?
I aint your maitred, I aint on pain relief
This aint make believe, I aint on no ankle leash
I tried speaking in a rational manner
Tried to get my point across using conventional means
I even patterned my delivery similarly after something you had said
So that you would not interpret me differently, but-
My heads on a tree swing
Your debts still lingering
While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows
I ask, 'Whys it always closed?'
Im told its my approach
Okay, whats appropriate your royal holiness?
Shall I fan you with foliage in front of an audience?
Hi-five Napoleon?
Lo-five a Scorpion?
Then and only then would there ever be an opening
Well, thats just your big, wet blanket of power
You weight us down with double-talk until we think were insane
But if youre trying to save your pride
Youre trying to save your pride
As far as Im concerned that **** is going down in flames
With your piddly-ass riddles
You think I aint mentally apt
I see you slither round my ankle like I aint gonna react
No more me nibblin on a bridle while youre kickin my abs
No more 'everythings Ore-Ida' when I cant even stand
No more fiddling with the maps
No more belittling the past
No more nonsense when my questions is asked
No more concessions for an ego so fragile
Any self- expression chips away at your castle
Your prides your damsel, you built your barricade
I was so careful
I danced around your insecurities
On your schedule
Ignored all your absurdities
But all the people
You parody with that ******* your nurturing
Then you have the nerve to take certain **** personally
I didnt even speak a handful and I encroached on your territory
You need therapy there mister Pharisee
Seriously, cause apparently your circuitrys terribly damaged
How bout a nice hot kerosene bath
Ill come back
Ill serenade you with flaming arrows oh serpentine
Your pride needs refurbishing
Ill extend you that courtesy like-
'Hi, this is Lyrics Born servicing!'
Burnt Pride!! Burnt Pride!!