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Synthesized fictitious
Dreamed up by remote prototypes
Opiate for the yearning mass
Administered applied
Three letter word for monster
We embrace
Judgement day
We embrace new inventions
Find your grace in defeat
We Embrace 
New intentions
Forced on us
By decree

We are
they don't know you like I know you
If they did I know they'd see
Yes they'd see

To me you are
Heaven's finest invention by far
So much brighter
of the thousand days
They go by fast Anne
Those thousand days
Anne of the thousand days

The ink was still wet
On your love letters
I should've known
blood sufficient for what ails ya
Makes scores of saints sing praises like mahalia
Vital signs were flat lined in the earth three days time then
He rose
Flame is the game 
The game we call gas lighting Abbie 
It's a luscious invention for three 
One summer by the sea 

With the long weekend
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
Representing from the cradle to the grave
Cause we living in the last day, coming through your TV in 3-D
It's the Lyte representing for the female species
wheelies front of Willyburgers
Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently
Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then
Right after the Rooftop, years before
the big wheelies pushed out,
Dirt bikes popping wheelies by the cookout, that was that summer,
I was thirst to be plumper. It pays better but the risk was

Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
thing I knew, I was listening to an album called 'freak out!' by the mothers of invention. I became very interested in their concept of music, their
The innocent introduction
The none too subtle seduction
The three-ring-halo production
No unforeseen interruptions

One day you said it's perfection
the hard way

Your brain is drip-connected to the satellite
Your heart is not a part of your brain
Aesthetics and inventions well they pass you by
cruisin' a good invention 
But in some ways 
I don't think it gets any easier
Your walking on the water 
Bit by far my favorite one, 
But now it seems
causin' accidents
His brain was doin' wheelies
An' his blood was three-two beer
When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence
I says, "Orval, you're
Clowns mortified by my expression
Breathing new life into invention
And gagging the maggots with a weary hand
Has failed to leave any impression
you'll get clipped by rippers 
Hiding behind candy 'cades
In the alleyway you'll get ripped by strippers 
All who know your name
In the stalls sit
story but you're bound to your invention like a ball and chain
And I watched you like a stunt show, hold my breath and here we go

How will you get
experienced the latest invention
In a place that's too miserable to mention
And someone did some things to you just the other day
That are just too dirty for
driven by necessity,
She is the mother of invention.
God bless the working men -
Slaves three score years and ten,
Who never beg for divine intervention.
eighty three

When Maskells is over it's out on your bike
Doing bunny hops and wheelies if you like
Nicking from the shop and comparing your Nike
on the freeway
Villain find a way to make 'em pay whatever we say

State your intentions
"I really love your tape but I hate your inventions"
Very well, what
mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods popping
the house parties you had to bring your crew
And you know we stay fly Pelle leather with the boots
And niggaz shake the dice and call you bet out 'fore you