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black clouds are well oiled speed machines.
And I was born the poster boy, of fortunes spinning wheel of war
The only way that we can go is down.

Money

to show for
This unconscious crowd
Of filthy, unorganized, soulless machines
That we call human

Maybe in another life and song
We'll live the dream

by conditional grade
Spades, hearts, diamonds and clubs
An honest appraisal of the power of subs
And other aquatic machines of war
Wondering what would

have to show for
This unconscious crowd
Of filthy, unorganized, soulless machines
That we call human

Maybe in another life and song
We'll live the dream

of pissed though
Money over everything by any means
But not buying a thing
Cuz it won't mean a thing
Cuz you living ya life
At the end of a string cut
But

which isn't my Chinese name but it's the word for the thing
Went to war with armor made of bars, returned with a chink
So you can hit me with the slurs

Poppin the crate with a shiv
Damn this treck feel possible
Got a studio at home where I live
Automatic built machine 
Killer when it comes to this mic

on death row
Got me feeling like the old Suge
God body and the flow is mean
Evil country this whole regime
Ain't nothing new it's an old machine
They drop

birthed
Been the realest on the earth
I'm the problem you cant solve
Never die I just evolve
If y'all bout to go to war
Best believe that I'm involved
Heart

They say they want a war
The last was such a bore
The few that own the masses
Control by taking taxes
I sometimes ask myself
What are we living for

the land of engineers

The war machine is always hungry
It feeds on all your most delicious fears
But I'll keep my head down, take the money
Working in

it's just us or them

Deep down I fear
I fear that my end is near
Death's lurking everywhere

A machine gun firing from afar
Bodies pile up

Inside the chaos of war
Humans against their reasons
Brothers killing brothers
Destroying with their own creations

Blinded by their ambitions

machine
There's nothing new, there's nothing new
I'm caught up in this war you see
There's no way out

And all we are is afterlife
And all we are is

on voting for class war 
Pumping at her weight machine 
Imagining the video 
And two weeks in a dancefloor hell 
Trying to catch chlamydia 

All she's living

What's in the box 
What's in the box
What's in the box 
Surrounded by all of these black mirrors and can't see ourselves any clearer 

Mama used

the hard-drives, files and archives
Hang my wanted posters all over up worldwide
Tie you up in barbed wire, smile and start fires
War crime agenda rap is a part time

by
One day, I'ma make 'em all see the light
If time is what it takes, it may not be tonight

I remember we used to sit at Shari's, talk about kids, get

the shotty by my side

Fuck walking you know mi done with that
Jeep you see find now mek mi jump in that
And now mi pick up rankin and you see mi launch my

88

Cash your check and spend it on new shiny war machine
Made by the man you see on TV
It's a circle on money nobody can trust
We don't know how we

that shit 
I'll introduce you my machine 
It's gonna make you bleed 
Until you give me what i need

(This night) is gonna be your last 
(Of course) in my

the fun in that my nigga (Huh)
Where's my enjoyment?
Yeah you know my body's weaker cause of my employment 
I can only see the sun rise by looking into your

suffering, crying
There's a real war and someone's dying
Desperate people waking up from the slumber
But the talk show host looks much more inviting


Choir

the consequences of your actions
Going blindly in war 
Can bring your company to a small fraction
The light I bring is more powerful
Than the green energy
In Hal