Umpire State - Mr. J. Medeiros

Listen up hear this as Mr.J.Medeiros speaks

A history of martyrs and men

Women who fearlessly held fast

Professing that hells past won’t mirror me

The bell cracks

The pressure to sell acts of tyranny increases

Yet appearing in my thesis are visions clearer then sin

When the year is nearer to Easter

I’m there revering the weekend

The rising on the east end

Nothing clearer then leaping

Surprised you on the deep end

Altruistic new physics there’s trouble in my reflex

Hard to humble double helix

Now my stumbling got me vexed

Mumbling in pre-tense the future lacks of present love

The numbing acts that we sense

Computers have with every touch

I knew the facts were meant for us

The truth to back my sentence was

Life incarcerated in flesh bones and cameras

Death owns the man who trusts only in material

Imperial reign is small change

I got a lot to say

Either you got the money or you got to pay

When the block is sunny you ain’t looking for the killa

But I’m a thousand pound gorilla

I got a lot to do

Either you got the lies or you got the truth

When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa

Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla

The inferior blamed in projects prospects depleted

For government aid you get processed then deleted

Competing between right and wrong

See I’m going through the same thing

When writing a song

My main theme remains clean

Been fighting so long to change me

I change scenes and re-frame dreams to fit visions

Cus they saying that these feans is listening

They playing these teams

Swaying these beams when the wax is burning

The track is earning it back

When these platinum plaques is cracked

Stacking the sterling with the acts of Merlin

Magic reeking havoc turning back the meek

As fashion seeks to mask the world

Grab the girl now shimmy to the side

If you see me on your T.V. in the window of a ride

It’s cus teenies need a symbol of a criminal inside

It’s a simple way to lie not a simple way of life

I got a lot to say

Either you got the money or you got to pay

When the block is sunny you ain’t looking for the killa

But I’m a thousand pound gorilla

I got a lot to do

Either you got the lies or you got the truth

When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa

Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla