M:tAP! Lyrics! - by Kevin Watts

Standards and Practices

I know what we need – 

another category.

‘Cause there’s nothing like division 

to create unity.

A call for aiming higher 

is to speak out of school.

So we’ll carve some more exceptions        ‘til we sever the rule.

The standard is to practice 

a contempt for the whole,

While the guise of liberation 

hides covert control.

If freedom’s just a license 

to be unto ourselves,

Then we are not united, 

but thirteen out of twelve.

Practice makes the perfect crime.


Chorus

How many shades can we create

Before the gradient dominates?

Right replaced.

How many “truths” will we abide

Before the standard is vericide?

Numb with pride.


Selfish satiation 

is the hallmark of good.

So we’ll hoard all of the “can”, 

while we ignore all the “should”.

But accountability is judgment 

and we’ll have none of that.

So, we’ll push and push the boundaries ‘til we fall off the map.

"Liberal", "conservative"

mean nothing to me – 

‘Cause a label for a pundit 

I will never be.

Spare me history lessons 

‘cause you cannot believe

What your broken, pointing fingers

scream at us they’ll achieve.

Practice makes the perfect crime.


Chorus

How many bricks will we remove

To build temples of a point to prove?

Two by two.

There Are No Words (the New Truth)

  

A weapons grade of venom 

is flooding the ether.

The air’s getting shallow and the swamp’s getting deeper.

Sowing the lie. Sowing the lie.


The talking heads legislate 

through their echo chamber.

Lady Justice is AWOL 

and can we really blame her?

Phone in the buy. Phone in the buy.


The new truth is fluid 

and it’s so never-lasting.

It’s flexible, expendable, 

and gives without asking.

Growing the “why”. 

Growing the “why”.


Chorus

There are no words 

for what you’re saying.

The volume is all you call on to 

just make it right.

‘Cause you don’t speak 

so much as discharge.

Collateral battles from shrapnel 

just prove your point.


Speak into existence 

what sandpapers the moment.

Reality died yesterday, 

so get with the program.

Stow and deny. Stow and deny.


Now that’s all settled 

and the nuisance abated.

To frown on hypocrisy 

is so antiquated.

Towing the line. Towing the line.


Chorus

The strawman who stole your wild goose has vanished.

Apply it no mind – right on time, 

a new scapegoat you’ll find. 

What Say You?

C’mon, what say you?

They’re all betting you’ll fall for their lie.

Brother, I pray you 

Spit and stare ‘em straight in the eye.


A crooked hand

Twisted the line in the sand.

So, now where do you stand?

Are you a man or a brand?


So, tell me what say you?

Let’s make a fist that blocks out the sun.

Then what will they do?

When they feel that we’ve already won?


Live to supplant

Those puppets wired to enchant.

First they’ll scoff, then they’ll rant -

Throw at you all that you can’t.


But tell me - What say you?

Are you resigned to chains 

of a stranger’s doubt?

Tell ‘em no way - you’ve 

Got a spark that you’re not living without.


With smiles they came

To get their hooks in your name.

So are you destined to blame, 

Or take a torch to their game?


Now c’mon, what say you?

They’re all betting you’ll fall in their line.

But brother, I pray you 

Spit and stare ‘em straight in the eye.


And from the shards,

We’ll forge our arrows and darts.

Because the size of our hearts

Cannot be measured in yards.


So, tell me what say you?

Let’s make a fist that blocks out the sun.

Then what will they do?

When they feel that we’ve already won?


Been dead before -

Blissful, flat-lined to our core.

But we’re resurrected for war,

For reclamation and more.


So, tell me the way you

Survive in no man’s land between your guts and your mind.

Decide that today you’ll

Be a legacy for all and all time.


What say you?

What say you?


M:tAP! Lyrics! - by Kevin Watts

Redeemed in the Key of Pain

I'm going to cut a record

Regret composed the score.

After credit for the soundscape

Bet it's not here anymore.

You can't own the misery

With a debt to the beauty.


Chorus

Redeemed in the key of pain

We don't burn out, we turn out

To prove that the devil hates a sad song

As we reframe and rename and reclaim the sorrow.


The one we put on wax

Will be too much for the wane.

Three times spun, our rhymes live on,

For victory's our refrain.

We've been denied, 

But this trial ends in triumph


Chorus 

We string together chords,

Woven from splinters of our plans.

We plug 'em in, turn up to ten,

Pull joy from every strand.

Then we rip this set through forever.


Chorus


The symphony of unrequited

Sings to me, though uninvited.

Amplify it, don't forget it, 

That is why we don't regret it.

Myopia's not bound to sight,

So hear beyond the hurt and spite.

Music is our infiltration, 

Gifted means of reclamation.


The sonic waves wash over,

Cleanse wounds from which they came.

Feel them break upon you -

There's glory in that pain.


Master your perspective -

Day illuminates the night.

Don't concede to darkness

What belongs to the light.

Much is Given, Expected

Bursting out of yesterday,

The throes of bitterness at bay –

I feel I should be everyone all at once 

but who will I leave out?


Exhale – emerge from crushing doubt

Breathe in the air I’ve lived without.

And with this new stamina, 

I’m plannin’ ta’ race me.


Somehow these hands feel new again.

Reborn, yet like they’ve always been.

But now will they reach or grab, 

teach or jab or just clench up?


Chorus

Much is given and much expected.

Such is livin’, once connected.

Much is given and much expected.

Lockstep through this maze 

of skeleton keys.


Blessings leveling in scale

The Lord – through hammer, 

wood, and nail.

Nothing I did to earn His grace, I’ve learned – He just smiled once.


Your hand - the perfect instrument.

Make me a righteous implement.

And I pray that You’re satisfied ‘

cause I’m terrified I won’t live up.


Bursting out of yesterday,

The throes of bitterness at bay –

I feel I should be everyone all at once 

but who will I leave out?


Chorus

Much is given and much expected.

Such is livin’, once connected.

Much is given and much expected.

Lockstep through this maze 

of skeleton keys.


Outro

Don’t let me let You down.

Don’t let me let You down.

Fill my chords with Your sound.

Don’t let me let You down.

The Fury of Almost (All or Nothing)

Yeah, I've got a mind to 

Forget where to find you 

In this scene.

'Cause either you belong

Or you will be gone

No in between.


When the neon shines

On your straight lines,

exposed.

They'll show you

Who you are -

They always know.


Time is spoken,

Your fate awoken -

Just be who we always knew you'd be.


Bring to bear all your inertia

And your history and your fences.

I'll be there with a monkey wrench,

Clear eyes, and a vengeance.


I hold keys to books and bars, 

Locket hearts, Church and stars.

You've locked down supposed to be

That you can keep.

 I'm all or nothing.


Bring to bear all of your clones

And your drones.  You can tell them 

I'll be wearin' a Windsor knot, 

steel toes, and out my welcome.


I envision sweat and wine,

Sound divine, space and time.

Your eyes see "supposed to be."

That ain't me.

I am the fury of almost.


Yeah, you get one image,

The commonest visage -

Wear it plain.

You don't fit the profile 

Of anyone worthwhile -

Sing in vain.


After all these years,

To reverse these gears,

Move on.

When the lights go out

And the silence shouts you down.


It's your penance for choosing -

Your voice you're losing.

So trade what we all new you would trade.


Chorus

I am the fury of almost.

I'm all or nothing.


Outro

I am the future of maybe.

I'll be the difference 

When "now" meets "rust."

I am the fury of almost.

I'll be the last word

When "can't" meets "must."

M:tAP! Lyrics! - By Kevin Watts

Every Once In A While

In the creeping night,

through the din of spite,

Fool ya lost your way

To a precipice away 

Your light.

Can't you see this ain't the battle

You should fight?


We're breaking ground 

On another round.

Wanna open ears to hear

More than the stereo's sound.

'Cause this frequency's got

Range like none we've found.


So listen close, tune in.

Learn from the ghosts - you've been

Filterin' and left for dead 

What matters most.

Don't dare think what's in this bottle's

Behind this toast.


Chorus

My brother, no wonder - 

This spell that you're under -

These deaf agnostics in your ear.

But I tell you - you're well to

Hear light that compels you

To live in awe instead of fear.

These skeptics inspect it,

Dissect, but can't wreck it.

This thing in the air is so real.

So no matter our stature,

Let's chase and be captured.

And turned loose with thunder and zeal.


The taunts will grow louder

From friend and foe, doubters

Will deny the lasting truth 

We've come to know:

Miracles don't cease to be 

'Cause they say so.


Let's make this call echo

Beyond these walls, let go.

And you and I will rise

Where this world falls.

And reach back to lift our siblings,

One and all.


Drink of the cup, breathe in.

Shed those bankrupt demons.

Become a part -

Your wayward heart is not corrupt.

You're not too far down to reach,

If you look up.


Chorus


Every once in a while,

Don't you find yourself feelin'

That it's worth your while

To show some grace?


Every once in a while,

Don't you catch yourself believin'

That impossible crumbles 

Through faith?


Every once in a while, 

Don't you get the feelin' 

You can run one more mile

And get back home?


And every once in a while,

Don't you feel those eyes gleamin',

Beamin' gently upon you,

And you're not alone?