High Score! (feat. the Chrononaut) by Lucid Optics published on 2012/04/16 02:28:11 +0000 "High Score!" by Lucid Optics and the Chrononaut off of the album Mind Murals Produced by Lucid Optics & ABH Artwork by Cody Horwood _____ Lucid Optics: I set high scores in hip-hop like nickel city pit stops Ripped off by emcees that can't keep their shit hot Best to be the man that understands where fans are coming from And be the open arms that catch no matter what they're running from I'm grasping tightly, my friends say I might be The most likely to make a living off my sights See, I write about my life and what I've learned to cool the burns And when I make a couple of bucks it's enough to fill up I've buckled down and drew the blueprints And now my empire stands tall in brainwaves and music I'm through with the new shit that people do and send me Blend me a headache and an unhappy ending Well let's see... I think we can surpass the sure mass And blur passed the words that disturb and ensure unhappiness As long as rapping is and I am too I'll be making songs until my blood no longer moves The Chrononaut: Started with my art intact Paint a picture of music Take a beating like a heart attack Keeping shit popping from the floor to the ceiling Head to Boston on tour, this is More Than A Feeling You understand this? Hold thunder hand in fist Light up the night sky Floating in the mist Flow continuous The snake is eating his own tail Til the dude's rich enough to fake reading his own mail Watch it! Pickpockets in Metropolis Message in a bottle full throttle model rocket ships I'm just talking shit debating the apocalypse While people are in a standstill waiting for the rock to hit He wont quit till every radio station spins his tracks Back to back in constant heavy rotation Cynical speech with a pinnacle tone But optimistic at home on the microphone I condone Lucid Optics: It's a brain game baby You're crazy if you play me Like a mad dog foaming at the tooth from his rabies I'm more about the music than I ever was the ladies But the more I push away I think the more they want to taste me Life is full of demises The Chrononaut and I are a prized sight for sore eyes, kids Conquering the world like a straight dictatorship Now the planet doesn't taste plain like potato chips But that's a wishful thought process Toss objects across long lost progress They're dreaming from the cages of escaping Contemplating ways of no more waiting games and the touch of a rainy day All it took some practice to make us all captives We're robots to them and on the real that's some sad shit I'd let you all free if I could But my batteries are dead I really hope you understood this one.