Snow Crash

The world spins, balanced on a needle in a haystack
And history is when we play tracks from times of way back
From sticks and stones to 8-tracks, then tape stacks
Crates packed with vinyl breaks that elate cats
The bass cracks, coupled with the snares while the h-hats
Keep the timing of your life and the days tacked
Lapse to the digital drives that done replaced DATs
I empty me onto MP3 (then we free)
Unclog the jugular brain, drain the certainty
Exist immortal in a virtual eternity
Where nothing is real though it all exists
Download my life and burn my soul to disk
Feed the wi-fi demands Look mom, I’m advanced!
Loop the technologistics so the buy’s enhanced
Pirate the copywrite B-Boy cipher stance
Until the plugs get pulled and we back to the fire dance

Rush! Transform the world as you know it turns to
Dust! The blood from the digital age becomes
Rust. Me and you and them are now
Us. Drowned in the deafening roar of the hush…

Which came first? The kick or the snare?
I be spitting with ridiculous flair, splitting the hairs
And true to his name the homey tame the past
And reshapes the future with a flicker of Yeah.
Like hickory, the dickory dare, this is the pair
That be sitting with a switch in the stairs, it isn’t fair
We done came a long way, but we still ain’t there
Re-evolution of the fist in the air, listeners beware
Visitors stare sitting in digital chairs, pivoting where
Ever the latest sedative settle in malevolent
Venom is deadening nerves, nurses sever several limbs
The Predecessor is NIMH, edit it in
Let regret and chagrin, spin tales of a nemesis twin
Who impale with a pen and grin, let it begin
Limbs flail and there’s no surviving
Once the anesthesia takes over, close your eyelids
Rush! Transform the world as you know it turns to
Dust! The blood from the digital age becomes
Rust. Me and you and them are now
Us. Drowned in the deafening roar of the hush…

Somewhere there’s a memory of what was
Driving a robot to dive into the hushed rust
Trying to find a semblance of a remnant
Defying the silence swinging from a pendant
A tattered pennant flying in the dust storm ripples
Meat market markers called in, making more gristle
Sort of official orchestrators pull garrote strings
Lost kings corral courage whenever thoughts cling
Offering a daily dose, who knows? They may be close
New drones parading slow move hoax deflating hope
Nostalgia, a bastard child from the other manger
Making paper off of puppet labor, hover greater
Gruesome witness to the crucifix of neon
The noose is missing, new submissive is a phenom
And on the third day, every strike’s forgiven
Deadening eyes that glisten in this life, a prison

Rush! Transform the world as you know it turns to
Dust! The blood from the digital age becomes
Rust. Me and you and them are now
Us. Drowned in the deafening roar of the hush…