Sunny Bunny Blues - Parov Stelar, Veda 36

Overline, underline, over die, connect mind

Vision, seek, find

Unique space—kind time

Truth is eternal, thought as depressed and not induced journal;

journey eternal

Physical stimulus, command the transit

Rapid transmit, energy rancid

Through infernal dances, the flame advances

Gravity pull, unseen for, then depleted via war

Clone the cloud sight most when you need it more

Versus bear glam and let it clear where

Thought in the sex where sexually transgress

Fact infatuate with inanimate object press

But… what can he do?

But… what can he do?

Control escape on your console

But it’s hard to escape the way society control

Hold it back in your spot, move the energy backwards

Too late, my mind is cool with physical attack first

Esoteric be the rhyme, in soul, in spirit

Let me touch your mind with the abstract and clear it

Literal, I speak the rhyme so you can understand it

Classified object, up rhyme set project vocal trajectory mind sweat

Secrete thought to be caught in times net

Define epitaph as a word kept

Ineffable where rap can hold life in sights be

Rolling parables exhale crystal light like

Where the souls is cold from sounds in hell

Lungs expand with mad force press to the cell

Propel body as mass as the earth’s to jail

Wavelengths crash and jack and tip the scale

Vassals submerged in a sparse verse in birth

The verse in the rap, in fact, where Earth is toast

Limited discourse spoken word of course

My mind emanate waves if you seek and search

Capture and trap thought to lost and found

I don’t speak half the time, 'cause my words rebound

Esoteric be the rhyme, in soul, in spirit

Let me touch your mind with the abstract and clear it

Let me touch your mind with the abstract and clear it

Literal, I speak the rhyme so you can understand it

But… what can he do?