Push Button Objects, Del the Funky Homosapien, DJ Craze, Mr. Lif - 360 Degrees lyrics

Well this is the effect
All these films beginning?
The kids are very impressionable three?
They see all these films and they
Want to imitate their heroes
What heroes though?
All they see is robbers, rapists, muggers
And murderers i'm impressed, you're a killer

Yo the planet's covered in asphalt
The Lord told me that it's man's fault
For perpetuating detrimental ways of
Living we can't halt
Everything inside ya move
You're caught inside a homicidal groove
Where only the idle lose
By violating one of life's most vital rules
Thou shalt not but hell is a foul spot
Where many are misinformed when
They are taught and thus cherish the untrue
Then die for the lies that they clung to
Del and I were there when they hung you
And as you swung to and fro
We asked (where did the humane humans go?)
With none in sight
We're left to focus on the stunning plight
That spites the same force that
Put the sun in flight so I summon night
The lack of light left some in fright
And living in fear
Was something they couldn't bear
I promise to tell the truth
And the whole truth i solemnly swear

Left right up down
Diagonal three hundred and sixty degrees

Progression, the lesson
I figure out which direction, then jettison
Minimalize perplexion
Flesh and bone, that's just a physical
I got a spiritual awareness, I have risen to
It's not mystical, something that I listen to
When these plastic motherfuckers try
To get in-to my cypher
I siphon they blood like they split in two
Yeah, Del, repel, arduous
The purest, give 'em service
With no insurance evil
I see through, like cellophane
Knowledge of self
That's why people see Del is strange
They wanna humanize the most demonic dudes
Apply harmonic rules decide, who is the guy
Americas' just like a pair of glove
Don't want to share with us
Anarchy, tear it up

The new era, brings terror
You wish the quality of life was better
Peep the dilemma

Your light's getting dimmer
Stomach's gettin' thinner
But, your souls keep you full
Obesity is for sinners

The sentiment lingers
Low self-esteem hinders

I tell my people 'bout slavery
No one remembers

Maybe they ought to take a
Look in they mirrors

Like Michael Jackson
And they actions gettin' clearer

Beware, the imagery might scare ya

If you ain't close to the source
Then you don't like prosperity

One of many waitin' in line for therapy
But everyone bear a seed
As pure as the air we breathe