Purest Disgust Debaser(of Sandpeople) (Ft. Eyedea)

[Verse 1: Sapient]
It's like, how can I spit it if they don't relate?
Lettin' it culminate, ‘til it's too heavy to pull the weight
I hunger for more yet my soul is caged
Under floorboards hiding from solar rays
But, I feel calm and at home in the darkness
Submerging my skin, feelin’ cold and lethargic
In a paper ocean, floatin’ on paper boats
I paint my disgust in slow and graceful strokes
My war machine is well oiled and tuned-up
Cooped-up in a small room with his wounds glued-up
I keep no glove on its hand to hold the poison pen
But I keep a hood on my head to hold the voices in
I will never confuse divine with human lies
Buddha shrines of that which is computerized
I am the unrooted vine that grew despite its wilted fate
And learned a serpent in a suit and tie, is still a snake

[Chorus]
This feeling, this feeling
It's the purest disgust
This feeling, this feeling
It's the purest disgust
This feeling, this feeling
It's the purest disgust
My bare feet have killed the worms in the mud
The dirt and the bugs were the closest thing to my circle of trust
(Yeah)