Cinemetropolis

This is the scene you been seeing all your life

The one inside a dream you repeated every night

For 24 frames every second through the light

Projected through the screen you been paying for despite

What you see and what you hear, contrary to your sight

Everything you ever learned that you never had to live

Might've heard from a story teller medium

Pictures, words, scriptures to cinema script

Writing a verse

From this city emerges a new generation of babies

Who came out of the womb, glued to the tube

With plans and aspirations to prove beyond doubt

We are stars too, even if it's just cartoons

My animated hands that i got from the

Genes of my island native fam i could never not be

I'm here to make them scream like a hitchcock dame

Whether analog, dig it all, shit is all the same

An american tradition, a narrative for fiction

A hamilton for tickets, the public is addicted

Just think for a second how much we've been conditioned

To root for the doughboys, the o-dogs, the bishops

Sided with them villains, in spite of all they heeded

He said she gotta have it, she said she didn't need it

And even if she see it, she will probably not believe it

If it ain't bein' projected in a wide screen theatre

If it spins on a reel, it's gotta be real

But 'real' in real life just remind us of film

And now you saying something's like a movie when it's real

Like a film's much realer than anything you feel

In a cinemetropolis (in a cinemetropolis)

In a cinemetropolis (in a cinemetropolis)

In a cinemetropolis (in a cinemetropolis)

In a cinemetropolis...

They try to say we bad kids from the start

Grandchildren of marx and coca-cola, yet quoting godard

And you saying that everything is cinema since

The moving pictures in the center of your living room telling you shit

Like you’ll never be shit, walk away from all your dreams

Spark up, drop a lighter on a trail of gasoline

Leading back to the vehicle you crashed before you came

Never looking back, cut, boom, end of scene

We’ve been gunning for that hundred and some change

The flicks and the flickering flames that been going the same length

Doing battle with the powers that be

That’ll be no longer in position when the power’s getting seized

So cameras we got redirected from the poor

I directed for my people, lino brocka with the horn

When the brother yelled ‘action’ it wasn’t just for his act

‘cause he wanted to see the masses get they asses out the door (get up)

My marvelous marksmanship is sharp, shit is hard

But we make it look not, we auteurs

The godfather poster on the wall, 14

With a movie in my head, writing’s the next thing

So we shot y’all 35 millimeter rockstars

How about some hardcore senior to your sophomores

Flyer than a concorde landing on your concourse

Rolling with the vanguard, burning down your arthouse

If it’s spinning on a reel, it’s gotta be real

But 'real' in real life just remind you of film

And now you saying something's like a movie when it's real

Blade running like a samurai, killing himself

In a cinemetropolis (in a cinemetropolis)

In a cinemetropolis (in a cinemetropolis)

In a cinemetropolis (in a cinemetropolis)

In a cinemetropolis...

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