All The Hype That Money Can Buy

Here the man draws the line for separation.
(Old Vision).
Watch the man build up his walls for isolation.
(You make division).
Walk no mile,
I'm sick and tired,
of all the cowards at the radio station.
No cathartic plot to thicken,
to quote the vernacular,
I'd say that you're chicken.

Chorus:
We're going nowhere,
and it's happening fast,
a dim future,
and a darker past.
Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheit 451,
you close your doors and let it burn.

Pharisees in the church,
time to take a vacation.
(Emancipation).
Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation.
(Booyah).

The radio is preaching the candy coated goo,
the record companies and the TV too.
No one rocks the boat,
terrified of trouble,
can't tamper with the walls of their sterile Christian bubble.
It was never your point to get people saved,
you pad yourself with fluff just because you're afraid.
I'm not afraid to point the finger now,
the choir's so used to the preaching anyhow.

Flash Gordon soundtrack,
I was in second grade.
My first real record, yeah,
worn down it played and played.
Young and blind,
my double mind.

When the world was black and white,
watch me turn my back tonight,
on Freddie Mercury,
Mr. Fahrenheit.

I was in eighth grade,
I said he was a queer,
I thought he had it coming,
he died of Aids that year.
My liberty,
like Christ's death meant nothing to me.

When my veins choked thick with spite,
blind man's bluff burns in hindsight,
for Freddie Mercury,
Mr. Fahrenheit.

Predisposed to bigotry,
the regular run-of-the-mill American story.
The stench of greasepaint on our faces,
pass the mask to our next of kin,
instead of wiser idioms,
like "love the sinner, hate the sin".

To the brothers and the sisters,
to all of the resistors,
to the workers broke and cryin',
on the road that leads to Zion:
The mountain, the mountain,
we will all climb,
all of God's children,
in God's own time.

chorus
Unity the verb,
solidarity.
You the truth have heard,
solidarity.
Rise up to the call,
solidarity.
United we can never fall.
Let one voice ring throughout the world,
let truth be sown,
let us lay our own lives down,
a greater love was never known.

While the light is growing dim,
make war to keep your faith in him,
knowing what has made us free,
unity, not uniformity.
One world, one voice,
in trenches we stand tall,
one truth that has found us,
one shepherd for us all.

Amy's going back to school today
Elation, jubilation screams from her face
Did the halls smell of gunpowder still
What made the human heart dark enough to kill?

A new hope
Where is your freedom
A new hope cast off your burdens

A darker world was behind this one
Cryptic it hides beneath perception
We all saw it on that day
Stunned we stood stuttering
What did the news say

A new hope
Where is your freedom
A new hope
Here is your freedom

Peace fills us
Amy's going back to school todayElation,
jubilation screams from her face
Did the halls smell of gunpowder still
What made the human heart dark enough to kill?

A new hope
Where is your freedom
A new hope cast off your burdens

A darker world was behind this one
Cryptic it hides beneath perception
We all saw it on that day
Stunned we stood stuttering
What did the news say

A new hope
Where is your freedom
A new hope
Here is your
freedom

Peace fills us
By hope we steer
Our dark hearts salvage

We live without fear

Me oh my,
There's something happening in the sky.
I see my favorite face,
It chokes me up so fiercely,
And I'm filled with your light,
Soaked with your grace,
I'll dance all night,
I've got to say goodbye.

Chorus:
There's something
happening in the sky,
Me oh my!
I recall that I'm yours now I'm feeling fine,
Me oh my, you're mine.

I sense a coming reign,
A hand to hold the nations up in peace.
The sun smiles down and warms our hearts,
It's happening in the sky.

In the beginning was the hype,
the loud fanfare as I grabbed the mic.
Suckah M.C.'s stepped with no clout,
don't quit your day job or your paper route.
Fantastic and so spastic,
drop dope rhymes like sonic booms,
that's the kind of hype that could clear this room.

I got hype so big,
it's stacked so high,
other M.C.'s just stand and cry.
Brad slapped your Mama,
your Mama asked "why?"
When Brad says "hype",
you do or die.
Implausible, impossible,
we drop dope rhymes like sonic booms,
that's the kind of hype that could clear this room.

Chorus:
The packaging is nice,
we're building it to sell,
call all your people in Hollywood and Nashville.
It's one in a million,
in fact we broke the die,
it's all of the hype that your money can buy.

It's the fattest rhymes,
it's the hypest hype,
my name is Reese,
Don't call me Mike.
This song is good,
don't ask me why,
it's all the hype that your money can buy.
Falsified unjustified,
drop dope rhymes like sonic booms,
that's the kind of hype that could clear this room.

It's so wrong,
so far from true,
in secret,
I'm just like you.

"How's your life?""How are things?"
"Great they're going okay!"
Something stale and superficial,
not to ruin your day.
Something swell,
something gay,
with the toothiest
smile,
something sappy,
something happy,
something smells like bile.
I don't want to burst your bubble,
not to rain on your parade,
underneath my skin I'm tired,
limping down the path I've made.
The clap of thunder in my veins,
breaks on barren manifold,
still and small and so mundane,
the greatest story ever told.

Are you crawling through the dismal?
Gray of nothing,
frostbite kills.
Does this world make light of weaving,
shrouds to bury,
graves to fill?
I am just a kindred spirit,
a runner who is running still.
Welcome to the longest mile,
the most costly thing you'll ever hold,
wonderful is the journey,
the greatest story ever told.

All my dreams are slowly dying.
I can count my years in scars.
The only one that's never left me,
has carried me so very far.
I've heard it said that he wastes nothing,
so beautiful to behold,
the author of my hope is writing,
the greatest story ever told.