Sebutones - The Masked Man lyrics
[Sebutones - The Masked Man lyrics]
A masked man approached me and
Handed me a strange tape
I put it in my Walkman
And my physical changed shape
The forces of metamorphosis brought forth
Pure thought and energy that entered
Me through every pore
The record was a sure shot to say the least
And then obey a priest
A voice orderd me to face the east and listen
Only you can slay the beast
So pay attention to this
Sentence he mentioned
But, I was apprehensive
The best defense against the evil is
To believe in your ability
Then even your agility will seem less fragile
Imagine that, I thought he was exaggerating
And I was getting aggravated
With this entire situation
Listen, he reminded me politely
And when I turned around he
Was standing right behind me
With clasped hands
It was the masked man again
Don't panic he said, I have the master plan
But somebody has to take the last stand
And so I'm asking you to do it
But why me man? I mean, I don't have time to
Then he handed me a mic and
Said nobody rhymes like you
The next thing I knew
Everything went back to blackness
The fact is, I need to take time to practice
And said to myself I can't hack this
And that's when it happened
The beast began attackin' automatically
Actually instead of comin' from in behind
The beast took the form of
Other voices in my mind
And in my head, no surrender remember
I hated how he knew my every
Move before I made it
I wanted the beast dead
And that's when I thought it
Was the priest said
It occured to me that I should
Let the beast murder me
And what I represent the
Beneficial versus detriment
In the presence of goodness
Evil flourishes of course
So eliminate the only source
That nourishes and stimulates
As soon as I announce the
Idea to make it formal
My eyes opened wide and everything
Went back to normal
I am going to kill the fuckery out there
And people is going to be
In demand for the choot
People is sick and tired
Of hearing bomba clot
Get those shit ya fuckin' booty see?
People is sick and tired of
Hearing darling and iron clot, love you
Turn on the radio and 24 hour
Bomba clad hours a day
You hear darling, I love you a man singing
That man wouldn't sing to get mighty ras clat
HIm love a woman more than the Creator
Who create the sun, the moon
And the bomba clad star
I'm sick and tired of hearing
That bomba blood clad see?
Cut it off and everybody come in huh?
On the front? OK
So, sound came from where?
Handed me a strange tape
I put it in my Walkman
And my physical changed shape
The forces of metamorphosis brought forth
Pure thought and energy that entered
Me through every pore
The record was a sure shot to say the least
And then obey a priest
A voice orderd me to face the east and listen
Only you can slay the beast
So pay attention to this
Sentence he mentioned
But, I was apprehensive
The best defense against the evil is
To believe in your ability
Then even your agility will seem less fragile
Imagine that, I thought he was exaggerating
And I was getting aggravated
With this entire situation
Listen, he reminded me politely
And when I turned around he
Was standing right behind me
With clasped hands
It was the masked man again
Don't panic he said, I have the master plan
But somebody has to take the last stand
And so I'm asking you to do it
But why me man? I mean, I don't have time to
Then he handed me a mic and
Said nobody rhymes like you
The next thing I knew
Everything went back to blackness
The fact is, I need to take time to practice
And said to myself I can't hack this
And that's when it happened
The beast began attackin' automatically
Actually instead of comin' from in behind
The beast took the form of
Other voices in my mind
And in my head, no surrender remember
I hated how he knew my every
Move before I made it
I wanted the beast dead
And that's when I thought it
Was the priest said
It occured to me that I should
Let the beast murder me
And what I represent the
Beneficial versus detriment
In the presence of goodness
Evil flourishes of course
So eliminate the only source
That nourishes and stimulates
As soon as I announce the
Idea to make it formal
My eyes opened wide and everything
Went back to normal
I am going to kill the fuckery out there
And people is going to be
In demand for the choot
People is sick and tired
Of hearing bomba clot
Get those shit ya fuckin' booty see?
People is sick and tired of
Hearing darling and iron clot, love you
Turn on the radio and 24 hour
Bomba clad hours a day
You hear darling, I love you a man singing
That man wouldn't sing to get mighty ras clat
HIm love a woman more than the Creator
Who create the sun, the moon
And the bomba clad star
I'm sick and tired of hearing
That bomba blood clad see?
Cut it off and everybody come in huh?
On the front? OK
So, sound came from where?