Alexipharmic - Who Is Alexipharmic? lyrics

rate me

I'm a Goodwill wearing, heir-apparent to the 9 to 5

Compromise for no one's lies and wear no disguise

So what you see is what you get and that's five-foot eleven

150 pounds of unadulterated heaven

I sleep ass-naked, no boxers, no briefs

It's been damn near a decade since I last wet the sheets

At night I can't sleep, up every hour on the hour

Wake with 7 inch wood I chop down in the shower

Power breakfasts are my friend, out and on with the day

Cease the moment while it's golden before it fades away

Bask in the sun rays, meditating near a Boddhi tree

Soak in my synapses - letting images wash over me

I don't fear death, I laugh at the grim reaper

Only fear not living - Hell on Earth looks bleaker

Give myself for humanity, that's my sacrifice

I've got more passion for life than Mel Gibson's got for Christ

Alexipharmic's an enigma in an envelope and riddle

His rugged outer's countered by the soul of gold in the middle

In his own life's music - left to play second fiddle

And it's stayed that way, ever since he was little

I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't puff-pass and toke

I don't write "rhymes" to soothe, I scribe novels to provoke

My fellow people into action (don't sit, MOVE)

Yes passive listener, (that includes YOU)

I don't hold up the world, Atlas supports this boulder

I'm the foundation below, he's standing on my shoulders

I'm a health freak, so when shove comes to push

I've got more fruits and nuts in my cabinet than George Bush

I've got my cable disconnected, minus Family Guy and Scrubs

And til breasts are reality, and TV's fake, there's no love

Lost or found between myself and the media

It's the propagandist steps made by the people deceivin ya

That make me hate humanity, but love individuals

Society scarin the Hell into me like in Satanic rituals

And ever since I missed my demeanor

Miss Management's been by my side holding my hand in an empty theater

Alexipharmic's an enigma in an envelope and riddle

His rugged outer's countered by the soul of gold in the middle

In his own life's music - left to play second fiddle

And it's stayed that way, ever since he was little

It seems along the course I've done up, gone, and lost it

So fuck a few skeletons, I've got a graveyard in my closet

Watch it – I'm a mindless drone looking for a payphone

Pushing random numbers, never anyone home

So alone I tread, weary, with my head in the clouds

Nine stories – at the top – fulfilling dreams of rocking crowds

A smile etched on my face, cause maybe, just maybe

To be sane in an insane world you've got to be crazy

And if that's the case, call me "John" cause I'm off my "Rocker"

I medicate through my pen, there'll be no need to page the doctor

In every honest bit of truth, trying hard to show proof

Life can be as beautiful as you imagined in your youth

Along the voyage, severed connections often shift the directions

While intersections and deceptions often alter corrections

I threw the map to the wind – I'll find my own destination

Call me Mr. Lauryn Hill – I missed my education

Alexipharmic's an enigma in an envelope and riddle

His rugged outer's countered by the soul of gold in the middle

In his own life's music - left to play second fiddle

And it's stayed that way, ever since he was little