Hey. This is Abe tha Babe. I figured I ought to hip y’all the story about a boy, who’s been around for some time. They call him King Toth. He’s a big, bad boy born and bred for a mission, pick that corn, then he fed them Egyptian mouths a bit, taught ‘em how jump crocs and stay out the pit, (yep) then he went and invented the alphabet, gave ‘em something to play with right out the crib, (say something) he’ll take it and write down the shit, he makes a word blur when he pro- nounces it, for centuries been crafting his craft, made math too, for time traveling fast, came through wormholes from Dune, laughing at the moon, like I got you next, basking as a werewolf, making every girl swoon, he ate, man-flesh like orcs from Mount Doom, got a taste for the English language to boot, (oy) his greatest tear here, made the state compare theirs, what? never heard of Bill Shakespeare, that was King Toth… Yep, but let me give you a little more, just enough to see where he’s coming from. Reincarnation is his favorite method of transpor- tation, he skips through time, instead of waiting, for sure, he’ll part the waves and, stay for say one hundred years before it’s like next bod, come here, he gone wear, (yep) whatever he feel like wearing, and every shape he takes, mankind can’t help staring, (steady there) from Jimmy’s guitar, to Mary Baker Eddy’s flair, and they both had pretty hair, (when he first came here) people lived in caves, and ate things like a saber-tooth bear (they were scared too) but Toth brought ‘em fire and sired in ways to help ‘em get theirs squared a- way, it’s pretty fair to say, he’s the reason that we’re here today, his contribution is a rare dis- play, from an alien who cared to play, with some Earthlings, (yep) it’s all fair game to King Toth Some call him a God, but uh, he won’t cosign that, he’s what you call a seeker of Truth. The more he gets, the closer he gets figuring it all out, and hopefully, if he gets it, y’all will get it too, and the rest’ll be history. That’s King Toth.

See, I’ve been dreaming, lately, seeing some things that are crazy, maybe, then again they may be, tastefully tailor-made for me… I’ve been learning to fly, quite gracefully. Twas once, just a lucid moment, “I’m falling and I know it, how hopeless! I must adjust my focus!” When “NOOOOO! Oh my, I’m about to crash and die!” When “OOOOOH Yeah! That’s right…I can fly!” JUMP…MAN! JUMP…MAN! Next time it happened, I was camping with the fam, I wanted to show ‘em the stars, “How ‘bout a Holiday Inn?” Damn! But it’s cool, they got a hot tub and pool, Bam! Yeay! I skipped along the way… “Come on man…” Hey! Is it me, or did my step just get lighter? Ay! Sure enough, every jump I get higher! “WAIT A MINUTE!!!” No way, I land it like a spider, Now I’ll make some moves and prove gravity a liar. JUMP…MAN! JUMP…MAN! One day I was jumping, a bird told me something, “Hey, that’s pretty good, but I bet you got some more.” Wait, those first takes, I nearly ate, like Humpty Dumpty! “God was playing mama bird and pushed you out the door,” and I fell! “And you flew, like a hawk into the clouds,” and I yelled! “And you knew…that you always knew how.” Well I do now, and choose now, to do so on my own, I jump…then I fly…like a certain guy I choose to know. JUMP…MAN! JUMP…MAN! Your know you’re dreaming right? This is a dream…it’s real…but it’s a dream. You know what you can accomplish in your dreams? ANYTHING

I know this chick named America, she's married to a man who's been scaring her, he protects her, but he lies and steals, and cheats...while swearing upon her seal. She's heard rumors of clandestine, backroom deals, and getting off on enemies losses in "the field," but lately, someone's making 'em squeal, and now she's nervous, about how it's making him feel. She's seen things, but it's more than that, she's been clothed and adored and worn the hats, she's been housed and fed and adorned in tats, and enjoyed being an accessory, before his acts. So now, she's as guilty as him, and if she doesn't fix it, so will be her kin, and that WILL be a sin, when her man makes his move, will she too or blow in the wind? Remain status quo, accept the life, become an accomplice, and let it slide. Is it worth her time, to keep her turf and pride? Were it up to him, would she live, or die? You can fool people some of the time, but you can't fool yourself forever, so stop lying. Can she, find enough backbone to climb, out of this pit of despair, where the water's fine? Can it be time for some amnesty, and come clean, and trust her man to be the man he claimed to be before transparency, and stop withholding rights of fellow humanity? She'll forgive him if he can, but if he can't, the Apocalypse of Truth will divorce their hand, only to reveal a greater land... rock will stand where their secrets wash away with the sand...

God asked me once, YOU WANT PARADISE? I said, sure...but just to clarify, what's the catch? Come on throw it at me. TWO WORDS, ONE ACTION: BE HAPPY. What do mean, regardless of the price? YOU'VE ALREADY PAID WITH YOUR LIFE...Right, but how can we be happy with all this bullshit? BULLSHIT EXISTS, IT'S STILL YOUR CHOICE TO LIVE, KID. Oh...it's that simple...like popping a pimple...YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT...like dropping a thimble full of LSD for one swell-ass week? MORE LIKE PERMANENTLY. Just be happy amidst such foul play, on a planet where some 'civilized' nations now claim, that winning at any-and-all-costs is a proud aim, whether genocide, torture or some economic bowel pain? JUST BE HAPPY. Like that, no room for argument? WE CAN ARGUE, I KNOW YOU LIKE TO SPAR A BIT. No! I want to be happy! GOT'CHA! THEN PROVE IT. Fine, how must I come to it? JUST DO IT. God! You're so cliche'! WELL THERE'S A REASON WHY, SO CLICHE' MEANS MOST SAW THE WHOLE REPLAY, AND NOW IT'S COMMON KNOWLEDGE LIKE 'HE SAY, SO SHE SAY,' but what's that got to do with the price of cold DJs? IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE DJ, WHAT DO YOU DO? I bitch and I moan 'til the tracks come through. EXACTLY...what do mean exactly? YOU DID JUST WHAT YOU NEEDED TO BE HAPPY. But I want change! ALRIGHT, I'LL GIVE YOU CHANGE. Cool! YOU GOT A TWENTY?...no dude... change my life! LIKE WHAT? Like where I'm stuck, like… give me peace of mind. ALRIGHT, BUT NOW YOU GIVE A FUCK. I want love and I want wealth, I want drugs and I want health, ALRIGHT, YOU WANT THEM…no, you literalist, I CAN GIVE IT TO YOU, BUT WHAT YOU GON’ DO WITH IT? I’d be happy. IT’S YOUR’S. I want more! THEN GO GET IT. No! Just gimme! I'M ALWAYS GIVING IT FREELY Well, why can't I get it? YOU CAN, (AND ARE) YOU'RE STILL HEALING. From what? FROM BLAMING YOURSELF AND ME FOR YOUR NEEDING. What's that supposed to mean? LOOK, YOU'RE HURTING. SOME- WHERE ALONG THE LINE, YOU STRAYED AND STARTED SWERVING, AND WHEREAS YOU MAKE THE CLAIM, YOU'VE SINNED AND AREN'T WORTHY, I CONSIDER ALL THOSE ‘LESS THAN PERFECT’ MOVES 'LEARNING.' Who hasn't messed up? YES I CONCUR, and who hasn't cursed you God? FOR SURE. I wish I wouldn't have done a lot of things that I did, but how am I supposed to be rid of 'em. JUST FORGIVE. FORGIVE YOU, THEN FORGIVE MOM, THEN FORGIVE YOUR LOVER, YOUR BROTHERS AND YOUR DOG, FORGIVE THE WEAK, THE MEAN AND EVEN THE STRONG, THEN ONCE YOU'RE CLEAN WITH EVERYONE, FORGIVE GOD. You? Forgive you God? Oh come on… you're the sun and the stars and everything beyond. What kind of audacity would I have a right to be on... I MADE EVERYTHING, THAT INCLUDES the RIGHT AND the WRONG, UNTIL YOU REALIZE THERE'S NEITHER, THERE'S JUST ETHER. ONLY THINKING MAKES IT EITHER...TRUST ME SIR. FORGIVE IT ALL BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING TO FORGIVE, ALL YOU'RE DOING IS USING YOUR WITS TO FOLLOW YOUR BLISS. AND ALL OF THIS IS FOR THE GOOD OF ALL, NOT THE GOOD OPPOSITE OF EVIL, BUT WHAT WOULD BEFALL, ALL LIFE AS IT EVOLVES, FROM YOUR FIRST CRAWL, TO YOUR FIRST PLAY WITH A BALL, TO YOUR FIRST DAY AT THE MALL. So this is entertainment to you? IT'S ONLY LOVE, HOLY LOVE, SOLELY LOVE, but I'm so lonely Love, YOU'RE NEVER ALONE, YOU'RE FOREVER MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE, well, I wish it was easier, just because...OH JUST SHUT UP! What? JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BE HAPPY!

Schnicked up at the Sprint store, dropping bills, copping minutes, filling up on bio-diesel, while my Honda’s huffing gas. She’s such a bad van, and she’s got a lotta figure, so bad, she still sports an Obama sticker. Remember those days, on the brink of change? We were dancing in the streets when they announced his name, but after watching politicians go back to their old ways, it’s like GOD DAMN, more of the same. They tricked us again, so many false hopes, was it human nature that choked or the media hoax, that replaces truth with some public anecdotes, about how ‘we’ feel, speaking up for us common folks. I don’t know about you…but I never asked to be spoken for by the f*cking news. I put him in office for the bigger view, and he’s got eight years to do what the last guy didn’t do. Oh, you don’t remember? You sure better G, or get served like the rest with short term memory, who let their news team turn their destiny into anger, and not bother to learn the rest of things, like, who in control would want to cause unrest with things, and are you mad about the past or the present things? I’m still getting over the last guy who made a mess of things. Maybe it’s really him who you want to burn in effigy. You know the media gets paid right? to state and/or claim what it’s owner wants it to say, especially nowadays, right Rupert? When your boys get voted out of office, time for a power-play: push the public into a dour game, of playing with our emotions and coaching our pain… …unless we don’t want to play… turn a loss into a gain and tell ‘em not again, spare the rod, spoil the child, guess they won’t learn a lot. My favorite way to punish is to turn ‘it’ off. They can’t dictate my dictum, with rants and raves that pander to victims, profiteering off fear and indecision, with no answers or solutions, just sheer bitchin’. So I let the chaff fall by the wayside, and keep the wheat in my stash for a great ride, and cast my pearls before people of the same Mind, cause when my man says it’s on, it’s GAME TIME… …we did it once, for the right reason, saw through the propaganda, and the cheatin’, the sidetracks, the lies, and deceivin’, and won…and seeing is believing, but power itself isn’t beyond treason, and those opposed to change don’t like what they’re seeing. So stay focused and back it with that active reason, cause since JFK it’s been flack jacket season.

From his interview with 60 Minutes: “You obviously have a mistrust of authority, where does that come from?” 60 Minutes was known for getting right to the point, and Steve Kroft pulled no punches. “I think it comes from experience with various types of authorities,” answered Assange. “So you’ve always been a little bit of an outsider…” “Certainly, when I was a child going from one school to another, you are the outsider to begin with, and you have to find your way in.” “You’ve been called a lot of names,” said Kroft. “You’ve been characterized as a hero, and ahhh…as a villain, a martyr, terrorist…” “I’m not yet a martyr,” smiled Assange, “let’s keep it that way.” “I don’t think many people in the United States took seriously the idea that you were a terrorist.” “I’d like to believe that, on the other hand, incitements to murder are a serious issue, and unfortunately there is a portion of the population that will believe them and may carry them out.” “Are you a subversive?” asked Kroft. “I am sure there are certain views that we are subverting their authority, but, you’re right. We are subverting illegitimate authority. The question is whether the authority is legitimate or whether it is illegitimate.” “Do you consider the US State Department a legitimate authority?” “It’s legitimate insofar as its actions are legitimate. It has actions that are not legitimate. In fact, our founding values are those of the US revolution. They are those of people like Jefferson and Madison…we have a number of Americans in our organization. If you are a whistle blower and you have material that is important, we will accept it, we will defend you and we will publish it. You can’t turn away material simply because it comes from the United States. That’s completely outrageous.” “Are you surprised?” “I am surprised,” sighed Assange, “actually.” “You have made some of the most powerful people in the world your enemies. You had to expect that they might retaliate. They see that as a threat.” “They see it as highly embarrassing. I think what it’s really about is keeping the illusion of control. I am surprised about that. I am surprised at the sort of flagrant disregard for US traditions.” “Look, if you play outside the rules you can’t expect to be protected by the rules, and you played outside the rules.” “No, we’ve actually played inside the rules. We didn’t go out and get the material, we’ve operated just like any US publisher operates, and there’s not a special set of rules for publishers who disclose classified information. There is the first amendment, it covers the case. If we’re talking about creating threats to small publishers to stop them from publishing, the US has lost it’s way, it has abrogated its founding traditions, it has thrown the first amendment in the bin, because publishers must be free to publish. We are ‘free press activists’. We want transparent government, not transparent people.”

Yes, let's get to business. Will he do any? Your guess is his guess, and to the bitches I beg forgiveness, but if I wanted a bitch-fest, I would've asked for a bitch-fest. If I get the right bedlam, my girl lets me bend it like Beckham, we're paid in Spaides like Steve Stedham, they don't know what's in the cards, I already read 'em. The question of the moment? Will he have to rent, or shall he own it? Should he give her his heart, or just loan it? Can he solicit his art, and still stay a poet? Where there's a will, there's a way, right Pops? Why not whip it like Devo 'til it's white rock? When they quit making pop, I'll try pop, otherwise, get some other guy to keep your mic hot. That's his position there, if need be, he'll repeat condition-air... you see me sitting here? Scrape away your tooth decay, you'll see, gold fits in there, or platinum, but catch lead like a bad one, and get Michael Jacksoned, man, life's a bitch, so jam one down the throats of those foes like AndOne. LOOK MA! No "D". big rise, bigger fall like Moby, KA-POW! like Pau Gasol and Koby, I don't want your cheese, it's too moldy, besides, I'd rather not taste your cream, it comes from a cow, it's not made for me. If you bring the matches, I'll blaze your team, cause I'm Mr. Incredible, you're Gazerbeam.

Boo, the haters...Boo, the fakers... Boo, all the biters and regurgitators. Boo, the takers...Boo, the slavers... Boo, still pimpin' in the flavor of favors. Boo, the racists...Boo, the classists... Boo, social climbers, who know how to ass-kiss. Boo, the rapists...Boo, the fascists... Boo, credit cards who really need their asses kicked... Boo, raising our interest rates...Boo, making their business great... Boo, money lending…wait, didn't Jesus whip 'em in shape? Boo, priests who pass the plate...Boo, in the name of the Catholic faith... Boo, who then traumatize kids, instead of masturbate. Boo, the status quo...Boo, fear mongering foes... Boo, those in control, who kill, to feed their ho’s. Boo, flu and disease...improved with Government dough... it's up to you and me…to discover it though.

[hook] If I go to hell, I bet I keep my wings, because Heaven was my whole damn life... Heaven was my whole damn life... Heaven was my whole damn life... [x2] Our father, hallowed be thy name, for it's you from whom I came, thy kingdom come, (right now) thy will be done, on Earth as it, is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, for with it, I make my bed, I don't tress- pass, so I won't get tresspas-sed, the only temptation going is to end up dead, to the Truth, that evil really has no head, you can't dance with the devil, when he has no legs, just a bunch of bad decisions that has no end, unless you separate yourself from them. So let's be friends, for thine is the kingdom and the power to lend, more Ender, more glory to remember, there is no beginning and there'll never be an end, for- ever...forever...forever... amen. [hook] REP: Heaven was my whole life, life, life where did I fail? On a mission to prevail, Represent, I get it, how I live, God forgive me for all my sins, Amen, and at the end of every prayer, at the end of everything we laid down, before he come saves us, Represent, been here representing for the underground, They don't own me so I often speak with a new and final offer of sound, Lay 'em down, stick 'em up, screw 'em like a nail, and this life we live, sometimes I feel like we in hell. Stop where ye dwell... sometimes I'm figuring this shit out my nigga, sometimes where did I fail? But I don't know, I don't know I can't choose it, you must show me, I can't figure it out neither, give me a path, so I can proceed thus. [hook]

On down days, my frown fades, when she wipes it away, with her touch of grace, summer breeze, subtle rain, she's like the trees, how her colors change. Don't ask me how, I'm just immortal, I walked thru what I thought was just a porthole, she likes to chuckle, I love to chortle, about how she makes sure my blade stays vorpal. When she was young she fell down the rabbit hole, and loved every minute of her dramatic roll, she still plays, more emphatic though, every story ends in some climactic, "WHOA!" ...it's all messed up, cause when we're out on the town, they all press up, it's not me they came to see...I'll bet'cha, it's she... "Who's that woman, all dressed up?" That's no woman...that's the Goddess of the World... "Have I gone mad?" "Afraid so...you're entirely bonkers...but I'll tell you a secret...all the best people are..." ...but that's cool, and she is too, this "Earth" place taught us a thing or two, like don't be afraid to have a dream or two, if anyone deserves wealth, it's me and you... ...and you and you, (and you and you), she would agree with me too, and give you food, if you need it, and give you Truth, when you eat it, you finally feel completed. I just needed some cleaning, my eyes were closed, I couldn't trans-paren-see it, she gave my life some meaning, I stopped with my excuse of a human, and started being. "Remember, the vorpal sword knows what it wants...all you have to do is hold onto it...perhaps I'll see you in another land..." "Who's that woman, all dressed up?"

[INTRO-Calc2] Diesel trucks, cardboard signs, Russian bars, 90's indy shows, veggie burritos, middle school locker talk, acting coach, hot-meets-Goth, fishing shows... [CHORUS-Tucker Booth] Transparency is the apocalypse, we ♥ WikiLeaks, Julian Assange, interview of the year, caught the government in their underwear, Transparency is the apocalypse, we love WikiLeaks, Julian Assange, mi amour voulez vous, plus you're skinnier than Michael Moore. [Tucker Booth] Call me naive, but why is everyone so pissed? It's not like we didn't know the military was doing this shit. Focus, look yourself in the mirror, you broke this, the only way to get clearer is trade the propaganda for a pair of shears, and cop to the lies of the former der Fuhrer. I'm surer of this than "Thou Shalt Not Commit Murder." Unless you live the truth, you will go nowhere further than the island you self-created, from the people who initiated your right to call the shots that fueled Iraqi hatred, when our troops started acting crazy, and killing women and babies, but when WikiLeaks dropped the tape, they said Assange was the problem. [J-Toth from Hoth] Look. The problem, is the cause, of human rights violations, not Assange. He might've got a massage (c'est dommage) from one of any ten thousand sirens in his entourage, til two chicks that he was breaking off, started making calls, pissed he kept taking off, to do what he wants...that's fucking and uncovering governments who break the law, big businesses that take it all, and military kill squads that rape 'em all. 'Free press activism', his native call, til those chicks made a CIAgent call. Then there was rape involved, (seriously?) If by rape I mean they didn't like the way he layed 'em all and all got away with it all, (Boo-hoo!) creating enemies like Harry Potter's favorite wand. Oh, he'll take 'em on, and make espionage look good like James Bond. [CHORUS] [OUTRO-Calc2 Army drop outs, bland Chicago music blogs, gun purchase weddings, old hair, skate brand distributors, philosophy undergrad, bodega sales, the cost of bad sinks, r&b host emcee, pink floyd fans, tight leather shoes...and all the other dangerously furry lower lips.