Maamajomboo
I hope all you who listen and who decide not to listen to the whole song atleast read my lyrics .. I Always write with a purpose and a message stay blessed Fam and the world and everyone in it deserves love... I am a male dancing guardian doing my ritual to protect my brothers and sisters on the earth this is my world excersism..... I am maamajomboo not mumba jumba learn your words or do speak at all the urban philosopher teaching the truth ... Verse 1 Look at the state of the planet, it’s panic, it’s manic, they plan it and manage to dam it With a barrier built out of arrogance, generic narratives, burying facts in the granite. We used to look up at the cosmos for logic, now we just browse through a toxic synopsis, A cynical profit, a digital hostage, losing our minds to a political object. They scream on the screen till their vocal cords rupture, fracturing every societal structure, No data, no science, just bias and defiance, an alliance of giants designed to corrupt us. You want a solution? They give you a illusion, a loops of confusion, a mental contusion, We’re drowning in noise while they’re cutting the buoy, a systematic and semantic pollution. It’s a battlefield of egos, no heroes, just zeroes, counting up zeros, Shouting over the sirens like Nero, watching the colosseum burn from the bureau. We traded the truth for a trend, now we trend toward the end, where the lines start to bend, And you can’t even tell who’s a foe or a friend when the whole world is losing its mind in a spin. Hook I am a Maamajomboo who aint mumba jumba! Yelling at the wall! No resolve, no solutions, watch the empire fall! Just a million opinions and a stadium of noise, Screaming mumbo jumbo while the truth gets destroyed! Verse 2 Step in the mind of a shadow philosopher, watching the gloss of the modern metropolis alter To a circus of cynics who sit in the bleachers and cheer for the failure of anyone smarter. They’re weaponizing opinions, feeding the minions, division divided by millions, While the libraries burn and the laboratories turn into stages for corporate civilians. Where is the thesis? It’s broken in pieces. The friction increases, the sanity ceases. We argue with ghosts in a post-truth climate, blinded by bias, just climbing the crisis. Nobody’s listening, everyone’s whistling past the graveyard where the facts are glistening, Cold in the ground, while the noise in the town is a deafening sound of a narrative christening. They don’t want a cure, they just want to be sure that their side is pure and the enemy’s dirt, So they yell and they yell till the truth is a shell, and the weight of the world is too heavy to hurt. It’s a blackout of logic, an optical illusion, a psychological execution, We’re staring at chaos and calling it progress, trapped in a loop of a permanent nuisance. Hook I am Maamajomboo not a mumba jumba! Yelling at the wall! No resolve, no solutions, watch the empire fall! Just a million opinions and a stadium of noise, Screaming mumba jumba while the truth gets destroyed! Verse 3 So swallow the bitter pill, look at the critical state of the cynical, clinical spin, Where the loudest voice in the room is the one that is missing the substance within. We used to rely on the weight of the proof, now we just play with the roof on fire, Pretending the smoke is a sign of a woke generation that’s higher, but tangled in wire. No compromises, just digital enterprise, feeding the enterprise built on the lies, A generation of eyes glued to the demise, while the intellect dies and the ignorance flies. They bypassed the method of science and logic, objectified truth till it’s completely microscopic, Now we’re left in the dust of a broken trust, with a lust for a fuss over any topic. So bang on the table and scream till you’re blue, but the truth doesn’t care about what’s a worldview, It stands on its own while you sit on your throne of a megaphone world that is split into two. No resolve, no solutions, just pollution of thoughts, a psychological knot that can never untie, Just a shadow remaining to watch the complaining, under a dark and indifferent sky.
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I hope all you who listen and who decide not to listen to the whole song atleast read my lyrics .. I Always write with a purpose and a message stay blessed Fam and the world and everyone in it deserves love... I am a male dancing guardian doing my ritual to protect my brothers and sisters on the earth this is my world excersism..... I am maamajomboo not mumba jumba learn your words or do speak at all the urban philosopher teaching the truth ... Verse 1 Look at the state of the planet, it’s panic, it’s manic, they plan it and manage to dam it With a barrier built out of arrogance, generic narratives, burying facts in the granite. We used to look up at the cosmos for logic, now we just browse through a toxic synopsis, A cynical profit, a digital hostage, losing our minds to a political object. They scream on the screen till their vocal cords rupture, fracturing every societal structure, No data, no science, just bias and defiance, an alliance of giants designed to corrupt us. You want a solution? They give you a illusion, a loops of confusion, a mental contusion, We’re drowning in noise while they’re cutting the buoy, a systematic and semantic pollution. It’s a battlefield of egos, no heroes, just zeroes, counting up zeros, Shouting over the sirens like Nero, watching the colosseum burn from the bureau. We traded the truth for a trend, now we trend toward the end, where the lines start to bend, And you can’t even tell who’s a foe or a friend when the whole world is losing its mind in a spin. Hook I am a Maamajomboo who aint mumba jumba! Yelling at the wall! No resolve, no solutions, watch the empire fall! Just a million opinions and a stadium of noise, Screaming mumbo jumbo while the truth gets destroyed! Verse 2 Step in the mind of a shadow philosopher, watching the gloss of the modern metropolis alter To a circus of cynics who sit in the bleachers and cheer for the failure of anyone smarter. They’re weaponizing opinions, feeding the minions, division divided by millions, While the libraries burn and the laboratories turn into stages for corporate civilians. Where is the thesis? It’s broken in pieces. The friction increases, the sanity ceases. We argue with ghosts in a post-truth climate, blinded by bias, just climbing the crisis. Nobody’s listening, everyone’s whistling past the graveyard where the facts are glistening, Cold in the ground, while the noise in the town is a deafening sound of a narrative christening. They don’t want a cure, they just want to be sure that their side is pure and the enemy’s dirt, So they yell and they yell till the truth is a shell, and the weight of the world is too heavy to hurt. It’s a blackout of logic, an optical illusion, a psychological execution, We’re staring at chaos and calling it progress, trapped in a loop of a permanent nuisance. Hook I am Maamajomboo not a mumba jumba! Yelling at the wall! No resolve, no solutions, watch the empire fall! Just a million opinions and a stadium of noise, Screaming mumba jumba while the truth gets destroyed! Verse 3 So swallow the bitter pill, look at the critical state of the cynical, clinical spin, Where the loudest voice in the room is the one that is missing the substance within. We used to rely on the weight of the proof, now we just play with the roof on fire, Pretending the smoke is a sign of a woke generation that’s higher, but tangled in wire. No compromises, just digital enterprise, feeding the enterprise built on the lies, A generation of eyes glued to the demise, while the intellect dies and the ignorance flies. They bypassed the method of science and logic, objectified truth till it’s completely microscopic, Now we’re left in the dust of a broken trust, with a lust for a fuss over any topic. So bang on the table and scream till you’re blue, but the truth doesn’t care about what’s a worldview, It stands on its own while you sit on your throne of a megaphone world that is split into two. No resolve, no solutions, just pollution of thoughts, a psychological knot that can never untie, Just a shadow remaining to watch the complaining, under a dark and indifferent sky.
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