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Enhancement of human beings
Aspiration to upgrade the form
This is really a lucid dreaming
This is surely not straight by

Nature violated

and battery
Outlandish enhancements to expand capacities
The Singularity
Your iris implanted with a device to scan orifices for viruses
What kind of future is

your head
You're on a shortage and I'll never be your battery
The way I feel around you is never good
You're too entitled, think you need that special

from the bottom of Supply chains
It gets worse like no treatment for a cancer
Like all societies before us we don't have the answers
The cotton gins

no longer say yes, instead we say affirmative
Yes, affir-affirmative
Unless we know the other robot really well
There is no more unethical treatment

that's so sick they need medical treatment
Don't treat me like you would a idol
But know I belong on the top, I'm the pinnacle
Rough on the outside but

to see ya, now 
It's been way too long
What did I do wrong
Silent treatment again
I am not seeing the end, no no
Why are we beefing again
Fuck it out chief

Had a false battery
Pressing up against me
The thought is almost maddening
Stressing, getting tense
See the charge won't stop until I'm drained

At your chest and core, commencing war’s like stepping toward a shank 
You a featherweight, I slaughter chickens stepping to the plate 
Daft Punk treatment

a remote, remote battery low
I laughed, 'cause sadly you think it's a joke

Told my children Western education is forbidden
Might as well sell what's left

the city then to treatment in the boondocks
Play Amazing Grace on the jukebox
Lunchtime goulash
Crunch time, crack of dawn
Early morning scrambling

fix up his batteries
You gon' die in this spot tryin' to battle me
Oh, they hate me, but they lovin' me
Why would you hate me?
Bitches lovin' me, like

lips on her, she just drunk semen
Dude actin' like a cop, it ain't cuff season
Once you post some weird shit, get that one treatment
Fat ass pocket

This is the first song I've made in months,
In a box bedroom beside a death in a book.
I just told me Ma the treatments not working,
And she