Artist: Frankenstein Album: The Science of Sound Song: What Does it All Mean Typed by: Matt Jost Let's just slide, turn your back and walk away But something much deeper makes you turn and wanna stay Shit means a little more now that you're gettin old You won't rob and steal from the poorest of the po' I lay by day and walk at night all alone And write the def [/death] poem from the basement of my home People round my way say what they wanna say They all about the talk, I'm just about the walk The path of the righteous, praise to the Almighty It's time to hear me, boy, so don't try to fight me You 'bout to know, yo, the full implication On just what it means to dump the reputation No time to get angry, mad or aggressive Style bonafide so you can call it progressive 2001, son, we almost there 2001, son, the future is near State of things to come look bleak when I speak I grab the microphone and rip it on a daily basis And everytime I rhyme I take the brain to different places Close your eyes, take a deep breath within And creep where I keep thoughts like Leviathan From the lab, the Evil Dungeon or the ill camp Screw you, your whole crew, or the interview With the empire, feel the fire, now feel the race Don't look now, yo, the devil's on the chase You went too Deep, now the Mobb got you Shook Everything recorded in God's evil book I like to talk about the afterlife and where goes the soul I'm all caught up in things I just can't control But you convey the rappers, now the end's near And face the gods without fear Yeah For all non-believers who choose to second-guess ( ? ) dead souls with rest Nonetheless, you fiend for the cream But in the end (what does it all mean?) For all young bandits who fiend for the cream For all gunslingers quick to intervene Just before the fire we all feel the scream But in the end (what does it all mean?) Yo, it's the wack MC's that are really annoying And all these wack-ass labels that keep on employing I had it up to there, homeboy, I just can't stand it Could help me if you want, or I'ma take 'em single handed Understand me on the mission that I'm on When the weak lie dead and the brave live long It's all about me, the truest form of MC Every time I grab the mic and recite the poetry I ain't gotta explain what goes on in the brain Cause there ain't much to gain when you play the mind game 1, 2, Frankenstein be the focus You can sit and analyze and never understand the process Of the mind when behind closed doors Feel the pain on the strain on the blood-stained floors Come to the Evil Dungeon if you dare Where the truest MC's face fear Yeah, cause even the strong sometimes ain't sure It's a bitch when you feel insecure You're on your last breath but won't learn Feel the fire, feel the burn For all non-believers who choose to second-guess Those who sport Tommy Hilfiger, Polo and Guess You know the rest, unless you change your ways Cause shit ain't safe nowadays (What does it all mean?)