Rhime Divine - Dead Poets Society
Rhime Divine - Dead Poets SocietyIntro: Ted JamesCut to the end of time, the last messThe last soldier taking the last bullet in the chestLast conquest, last baby feeding off a breastLast mass held fast in a bomb shelter casteLast covenant sipped from the last wine glassLast bread sliced and dipped for the last nourishmentThe last governments unleash the last tormentUpon the ashes of the masses as the last plane crashesThe last missile whistles through the last sunsetThe dash to extinction comes without regretFrome the leaders screaming "Freedom"With their own children bleedingThe last scholars readingThe last smokers breathing in the last cloudTo season in the last addiction ceasingThe last battle ushers in that last act of treasonThe last bell is ringingThe last drum is beatingThe last couple's meeting for the first timeAt the worst timeOne dance, the last romanceThe last mother's son get her very last glanceAs the great human race makes its very last stanceThe last flames igniteAs the last poet writesChorus: D-WattzI can't see, getting hard to breatheI can't leave this state of being, like I'm dead to societySilly dream, with no legacyStill I cling, remember me 'cause I live through my poetryBridge: D-WattzLifeDreamsSome things are not always what they seemBut some things are exactly how they seemDead poetsI know y'all've been waiting for a long timeWell here it isHere it isRhime DivineMillinium VIIThis is not entertainmentVerse One: D-WattzFall back, these poets is on blastYou know it's Ted James & D-Wattz with the bomb trackPrint and records, broadcast, yeah...we got all thatWe laying 'em all flat, it's on fucking contractWe ready for combat, we touching you...contactScorching you, dawgWe pull on creek shaped boulevards when we march pastA gear and clock, it goes beyond how the song lastsThe rapture of a battle, bomb back this iconoclastSo to the first one who felt it and wroteTo the first one to rhyme it in a mic when he spokeTo the first cop who heard it and the first rapper murderedThe first crowd to loose it to an underground movementThe first poet fried for cultivating a fightThe first one to die when their armies coincideThe first one to ride without a promise of dimeThe first expanded mind, to the same...Rhime DivineThe first bullet cast at the throne like a stoneThe first rebel clone, got convicted aloneDid life up in the zone, called the country his homeThe first woman riding for the cause on her ownThe first retribution and the first troops we losingThe first cause confusion by the first institutionThe First Amendment written to the first ConstitutionAnd the first ones to use it for the second revolutionDead poetsChorus: D-WattzI can't see, getting hard to breatheI can't leave this state of being, like I'm dead to societySilly dream, with no legacyStill I cling, remember me 'cause I live through my poetry (repeat)Verse Two: Ted JamesRhime Divine lick shots at the brutal charadeWe packing poems in our pockets, we are not afraidBetrayed eye sockets by the way we rock flawlessThen run up like we lawless on presidential motorcadesBehave, we ain't aiming to shootWe just beatnik bouncing to get some Ginsberg in the coupeIf we save one troop with the way we ride the loopThen my death will be mute, go ahead and pull the trigger...shootPoofWatch me banish into thin airBanished from my skinTangent with the men who do damage with a penEternally we spin through a sacred doctrineRebel against the systemRev and Wind, we back at it againAnother post-modern gem, another volume for your denThey say the hearts of men make the pastures that they tendThe passages we blend grow like magic in our hymnsAnd so the story goes until the end of time'Till the very last poet writes his very last lineWe're the first to raise fists, we'll be the last to shineWe on the members list where dead poets dineFrom the very first breath to the very last timeDPS, you know the rest...this is Rhime DivineDead poetsChorus: D-WattzI can't see, getting hard to breatheI can't leave this state of being, like I'm dead to societySilly dream, with no legacyStill I cling, remember me 'cause I live through my poetry (repeat)© 2006 Millinium VII Entertainment / Produced by D-Wattz / Mixed by D-Wattz / Recorded at M7 Studios / All rights reserved
