Music by Lee and Lifeson / Lyrics by Peart
Rush
"Limelight"
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
is a long-awaited friend
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage
Killah Priest's verse on Beneath the Surface by Genius
Hip hop lyrics. Pretty good I think. Off the Beneath the Surface album by Genius.
Love and hatred, home is most sacred
Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the
Feds
Sent out secretly to take my head
I lay back and meditate to the words they say
Skip town for a month and grew some dreads
Had a friend tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me
Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just a near thought of me
Like Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the word I'm black and calmly
Howls from the grave haunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings
Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine
Slept in caves to get a clear mind
Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many leopards
Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress
Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan
scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, toward the weak, sick and afflicted
Candles lit, gamble with a *****
Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft paws hide claws
Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
Have bitter stings at they tail
Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world