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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?)