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Gorgeous sleeper cells, could never sleep alone
Lost inside the well, always creep along
Destined for the stars, followed by a drone
Jumping
Lost in a cold dark garden alone
My only company
Night blooming dementia
Bittersweet blossom bloom of madness
The sharp knife in the mind
Kills
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man 
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
the sniper inside of the foxhole
Data, scientifical, not just the typical
Waste matter my third eye expands my periphreal
See I, only attack, savage animals
Redeemin the ancients with ace this rhyme jargon
I feel Mexican, hip hop is my garden
Don't give a fuck where you chartin, certain shit I can't honor
I'm a savage nigga
I shouldn't even worry 'bout wack niggas
12 solo albums, all Platinum, nigga
I know you ain't out here talkin' numbers, right?
I
Chorus 



It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule 

See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you 

Slimy savages, against the Digital 

Fuck
Artist:
KLF
Album:
Single
Song:
Kylie Said to Jason
All lyrics transcribed by Dave Datta
I'm gonna leave this body now
I'm gonna leave this body now
And here were gardens bright
With sinuous... rills

And here were forests, forests as
ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny, spots of greenery"
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!

Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now
hotter than acid and don't even practice
Game, guess I got it at birth from my momma
Ill na na, real drama, see I
Ball, till I can't or I'm covered by
in my garden
Its beak scoops up the seeds
The green of the grass and the blue of the sky
Are immense and terrifying
Everything seems so close
So very
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cup of tea
But all that's irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate
I
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
copped that first and second album
Word up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw

[9th Prince]
Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'

I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hip pop, they tap dance to sell a mil
While real emcees with skills don't got a deal
It's industry conspiracy to make us savage
the county, three years have already went by 
 They're pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify 
 Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your
to the wrist watch
Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin out
Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't sittin out
Had my wife beater and my braclets