Carousel~~She can't hide no matter how hard she tries ~ Her secret disguise behind her lies ~ And at night she cries away her pride ~ With eyes shut tight, and staring at her inside ~ All her friends know why she can't sleep at night ~ All her family asking if she's all right ~ All she wants to do is get rid of this hell ~ Well all she's got to do is stop kidding herself ~ She can only fool herself for so long ~ She can only fool herself for so long ~ She can only fool herself for so long ~ I'm too weak to face me ~ She can only fool herself ~ I never know just why you run ~ So far away, far away from me ~ I never know just why you run ~ So far away, far away from me ~ When it comes to how to live his life ~ He can't be told ~ Says he's got it all under control ~ Thinks he knows it's not a problem he's stuck with ~ But in reality, it'd be a problem to just quit ~ An addict and he can't hold the reins ~ The pain is worse cause his friends have it the same ~ Tries to slow down the problem he's got ~ But can't get off the carousel ~ Until he makes it stop ~ He can only fool himself for so long ~ He can only fool himself for so long ~ He can only fool himself for so long ~ I'm too weak to face me ~ He can only fool himself ~ I never know just why you run ~ So far away, far away from me ~ I never know just why you run ~ So far away, far away from me ~ Try to fly with the wings I gave you ~ Try to do what you believe and I'll save you ~ Try to fly with the wings I gave you ~ Try to do what you believe and I'll save you ~ I never know just why you run ~ So far away, far away from me ~ I never know just why you run ~ So far away, far away from me ~ I never know just why you run ~ So far away, far away from me ~ I never know just why you run ~ So far away, far away from me~~

Step Up~~Yo ~ Watch as the room rocks ~ Mentally moonwalk ~ Mixed media slang ~ Banging in your boom box verbal violence ~ Lyrical stylist ~ In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish ~ You can�t tempt me with rhymes that are empty ~ Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an emcee ~ With your lack of skill and facility ~ You're killing me ~ And a DJ in the group just for credibility ~ I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes ~ You're not an emcee if someone else writes your lines ~ And rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer ~ Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years ~ But now they�re getting randomly mixed and matched up ~ All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck ~ So how does it stack up ~ None of it's real ~ You want to be an emcee you've got to study the skill ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Bring it to you every time like this ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Step, step up, step, step up ~ So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity ~ But mentally you don't have the hip hop energy ~ With a tendency to make up stories ~ Sounding like the only hip hop you've heard is top 40, top 40 ~ And your record company is completely missing it ~ All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate ~ So in a battle you can't hack it ~ React with whack shit ~ And get smacked with verbal back flips ~ Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts ~ It's taken decades for emcees to establish this ~ You're new to hip hop and welcome if your serious ~ But not on the mic ~ Leave that to the experienced ~ Using the waves of sound the true master ~ Paralyzes his opponents ~ Leaving him vulnerable to attack ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Bring it to you every time like this ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Step, step up, step, step up ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Bring it to you every time like this ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Step, step up, step, step up ~ After years of pain staking research ~ By the world's leading sound scientists ~ We here at the sound institute ~ Have invented a reliable audio weapons system ~ Actual movement of musical sound in space ~ Used to carefully attack and neutralize ~ The cellular structure of the human body ~ So the question must be asked ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Bring it to you every time like this ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Step, step up, step, step up ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Bring it to you every time like this ~ Who can rock a rhyme like this ~ Step, step up, step, step up ~ Mixed media ~ Step up to the microphone ~ And you do it like this~~

And One~~Where should I start ~ Disjointed heart ~ I've got no commitment ~ To my own flesh and blood ~ Left all alone ~ Far from my home ~ No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart ~ I keep it locked up inside ~ Cannot express to the point ~ I've regressed ~ If anger's a gift then I guess I've been blessed ~ I keep it locked up inside ~ Keep my distance from your lies ~ It's too late to love me now ~ You helped me to show me ~ It's too late to love me now ~ You don't take a word in ~ Breaking a part of my heart to find release ~ Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace ~ Breaking a part of my heart to find release ~ Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace ~ Breaking a part of my heart to find release, break ~ Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace, me ~ Breaking a part of my heart to find release too ~ Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace ~ Keep it locked up inside ~ Keep my distance from your lies ~ Breaking a part of my heart to find release ~ Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace ~ Breaking a part of my heart to find release ~ Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace ~ Breaking a part of my heart to find release, break ~ Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace, me ~ Breaking a part of my heart to find release too ~ Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace ~ Keep my distance ~ Keep my distance ~ Keep my distance ~ Keep my distance ~ Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness ~ Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midriff ~ Dark all I do embark the shadows ~ Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog ~ Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistance ~ The twisted web of tangled lies ~ Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste ~ And I'm forced to face these hate crimes ~ Against the state of being ~ Feeling the weightlessness pressed between the ceiling ~ Reeling around room ~ Riding a bubble of sound proof ~ It's the frequency making you shake with every boom ~ Involuntary muscle contraction ~ Ignoring and drinking musical gas filled euphoria ~ The sound pounds to make the dead flush ~ To have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff~~

High Voltage~~Just do something to tell you who I am, you know ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ I've been digging in the crates ~ Ever since I was living in space ~ Before the rat race ~ Before monkeys had human traits ~ Mastered numerology ~ And big bang theology ~ Performed lobotomies ~ With telekinetic psychology ~ Invented the mic ~ So I could start blessing it ~ And chinchecking kids to make my point ~ Like an Impressionist ~ Many men have tried to shake us ~ But I'll twist my cords ~ Through double helixes ~ And show them what I've made of ~ I buckle knees like leg braces ~ Cast the spell of instrumentalness ~ And all of the emcees that hate us ~ So try on ~ Leave you without a shoulder to cry on ~ From now to infinity ~ Let bygones be bygones ~ I fire bomb ~ Ghostly notes haunt this ~ I've tried threats but moved on to a promise ~ I stomp shit ~ With or without an accomplice ~ Mixed media ~ The stamp of approval is on this ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ Akira ~ Put a kink in the backbones ~ Of clones with microphones ~ Never satisfy my rhyme jones ~ Spraying bright day ~ Over what you might say ~ Blood type, krylon technicolor type A ~ On highways write with road rage ~ On pages of wind ~ And cages of tin ~ That bounce all around ~ Surround sound ~ Devouring the scene ~ Subliminal gangrene paintings ~ Overall the same things ~ Sing song karaoke copy madness ~ Break bones verbally ~ With sticks and stone tactics ~ Fourth dimension ~ Combat convention ~ Write rhymes at ease ~ While the tracks stand at attention ~ Attention ~ Meant to put you away ~ With the pencil, pistol, official ~ Sixteen line rhyme missile ~ While you risk your all ~ I pick out all your flaws ~ Spin, rah, blah, blah, blah ~ You can say you saw ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ It's high voltage, you can't shake the shock ~ Because nobody wants to stop, check it out ~ This production has been brought to you courtesy of Mix Media, Akira, Mr. Hahn, and Hybrid Theory~~