Lyrics:
shit blow
Put me in a laboratory, I'mma cook, that's how shit go
Fendi, Prada, Enny, inter-quantum physics
Alien that never heard about the bitches
for slaughterhouse
Line up for master science, laboratory mouse
False prophets have arisen, a dirge of pathogenic doom
Pharmakeia's spawn from
Stroboscope
Cromochrome
Export Young Pope
Traveling in Sacred Space
Autostop to the Next Floor
Dangerous Mind
Mischievous Kind
Magnetic Field
of the humans
Laboratory experiments
Disfiguration
Here to your enlightment
There's no simple answere
It's just fantasy and science
Here to strict believings
vivid stories
Calculating outcomes using science in my laboratory
Niggas claiming bags but we've never seen inventory
Always some stupid story blame it
Where you gonna take me, baby?
Ooh, where we gonna take it?
Where you gonna take me?
Where you gonna take me, baby?
What's the science for the day?
the messenger
So, keeping an eye out for an affordable rental
He secured a space that was formally an unpainted furniture store
From his newly acquired laboratory
exiled from the humans racing
To separate their race from the church and state
Empathy delete the gene in laboratories sweep them clean
Sterile
to escape
Till I reach outer space
Hotel rooms with French curtains
Even the Angels are out lurking out here
Balcony views ain't nothing perfect
The rich
Communication is digital
Language is binary
>From the bit to the megabyte
Math is the mode to educate the neophyte
Science is the road to greater understandin
rebirth of a super space station
Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance
While escaping without conscience of existence
Or would
of communication called cannons
Dissertation with a makeover in camouflage makeup
Light waves bend to the wake of bust
Mics buckle with white knuckles, metacarpals
me a picture of a satellite
Without bringing up a bunch of that cgi
Just a bunch of cartoons all over the place
When I search satellites in space
Yeah
Swarming like locusts into your speaker
Examining your communication systems with cybernetics
Key notes of my flows or get froze with cryogenics
East coast
of communication called cannons
Dissertation with a makeover in camouflage makeup
Light waves bend to the wake of bust
Mics buckle with white knuckles, metacarpals
inspiration is required for divine revelation
Thus, clear communication with the astral population
Must be established, eliminating, limited sensual
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