Lyrics:
charge laser cannons
(Robot Nine) call that old computer
Tell it now we will soon free it
(Robot Three) protect the center
(Robot Seven) deploy
Henderson Center
Henderson Center
Henderson Center
Henderson Center
There are lots of shops in Henderson Center, several financial institutions, a bar,
turned into a recycling center
But it looks exactly the same
The same broken bed frames, soggy cardboard, gulls
Same trash I saw here when I was a kid
Check out that noise in the background! I'm mad green
Right now it's a biodiesel generator!
I'm using it to run the computer studio for
no dough nor property right
Mi hold a vibe and a mic
Vocal soldier til mi die
Balti mi deh ya pon the mic center
Wicked and wild from the placenta
She hopin' that you let her go like a kite string
Your eco-friendly jewelers, you keep recycling
Cartier bust downs just not my thing
The B in
And all of my videos
In the digital creativity center
Every Sunday afternoon
I'm using the computer
And reading books in the 2nd floor
I'm editing my songs
chemical leaching computers
Intersect it five times
And align the fancy water points
From St. Michael's Mount to the Avebury Stones
So we'll have to retrace
computer
And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then
And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way
Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running
Kind
in yo plans
I shoot my shot tell me do I slam dunk
Do I stand front and center
Maybe we just start with dinner
I promise you I'm a winner in real
computers die too word to Jim Joe
I'm on they neck bitch I need a witness
Pockets stretched man they need the fitness
She offered sex just for free admission
93 million miles from the blistering surface of the sun hangs the planet earth.
A rotating sphere perfectly suspended in the center of the universe.
Break
Bre-bre-bre-break, for narration
Break two, break two
I'm in the center of a, I'm in the center of a
Musical skinner, some say the skins is
Break
Bre-bre-bre-break, for narration
Break two, break two
I'm in the center of a, I'm in the center of a
Musical skinner, some say the skins is
Piece for Computer and four Trombones - DEATH ON THE BORDER
The piece is composed as an abstraction of an East German
escaping to the West.
Death
computers die too word to Jim Joe
We in this bitch woe
We into fashion acting classy like them rich folks
Tried to keep it solid with them trollope's
way to leave
Enter your name right here, no decieving
Center of attention, you're the gem to be caught
Galaxies over university, a unified shot (shot)
flights) Here is the news
(Ten Eurotechnicians were today sentenced
By the justice computer to be banished for life) Here is the news
(To the prison
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
trying a plum
Like I said this song isn't working out
No taste for canned nibbles and porcupine snouts
It's more environmental to trash computer files
My carphone's on the pill, and my girfriend's got call waiting
Satan's in the bagels and my toaster's masturbating
My computer has hard drive,
son-of-bitch you stuck
Hit you with this thang ? on the tock with a name ? cause a killa just buck
Never wire me up ? the center of yo essence past to file me up
did the group see when they split stale bread? Wash down water bottle recycling
Preserve the future
Like acetaminophen, you forget the pain if you
Are you chasing your dream
If not then life is becoming a waste
Throw the whole thing in the garbage
No recycling cuz we changing your ways
Yeah
Tia
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