Sublime Subliminal

They never took to acerbic diction when they tried convincing me
To listen to robots moan a lot of religious premise to syndicate beats.
So I always spit acidic on critics who wanted to sentence me to sleep,
But could never silence me or find compliancy between the elasticity of my being.
Render me speechless,
Render me across an American flag with Jesus.
So I can bomb the mental precinct
To release the delinquents from a prescient agreement:
That the freedom and bereavement achieved at the moment I release the secrets
Is worth more than they can afford to delete in the form of achievements.
Some won't, some never will,
Unless they bend and spend a minute seeping in meager skill.
Some type of applicable ability to transpire a desire out of impenetrable simplicity.
Usually done through rhythms and tongues in back-bent double speak
Sending messages overhead that bred in the undertones of telepathy.
All this sublime subliminal broadcasting under the sacristy's property
Has Socrates turning over thinking of new ethical policies.
No prophesies could seize the need to stop the message sending fiends
Who corrupt the already blunt dumps that are stuffed with buffering dreams.
Silence out the white noise and the white voice twisted in the back can't react you.
Sometimes you see the flashy sights you try to fight and not let your eyes contract to.
It's show business, so you're always losing your opinion.
As long as the subliminal messages are simplistically well written.