Istvan Verse on "Beacon Speaks"

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Beacon Speaks

<Chorus 1>
Beacon speaks even through we who made it out on top:
bad teeth, self-doubt, slang, even our bop.
Job committees find us off, some je-ne-sais-quoi.
Select us? When at fiends yo we used to throw rocks?

<Istvan Verse>
Even ghetto geniuses who leave get sucked back
The chicks we drawn to are ones like home: hoodrats
black preggos yanking weave out on the tarmac
acrylic-nail scratch out their shirts breasts flap
their breast tat moms got their back in combat
habitat of Similac brats getting slapped
Eye rolling I-Hop fats who rock Baby Phat
Blunt rolling alley cats who crave Andy Capps
All those smacks in the sack they should be handicap
Soon as child support comes they say they'll pay you dat
And yet you catch they ass crackin 40 Miller drafts 
Ask who ransacked your grass and they throw a glass
Fucking maniacs, hair-hatted with contacts
suspended license from a crash still they driving fast 
and they drive around in fact, back donut ever flat
Getting gas the same place they get their checks cashed

<Chorus 2>
Beacon speaks even through we who gave up our pot:
teary eyes, rage-outs, fear, even our cocks.
All the pretties find us off, some je-ne-sais-quoi.
Embrace us? When as teens yo we sniffed blow with pops?

<Aly-Al verse>

<Chorus 3> 
Beacon speaks even through we who think we know a lot:
crooked grills, distrust, dress, even jump shots.
All these cities find us off, some je-ne-sais-quoi.
Welcome us? When with bums we sipped 40s on blocks?

<Space Jesus Verse>

<Chorus 4> 
Beacon speaks even through we who read Allan Watts:
drug abuse, con ways, stress, even our ox.
All these hippies find us off, some je-ne-sais-quoi.
Hang with us? When as kids we swung Duracell socks?

<Cride Verse>