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becomes clear
Behind their eyes foul machinations twisting in performance
For the Enslaver Plague draws near

Horror inside me
Twisting, controlling

Horror

to Anacondas
Y'all controlled by the snake charmer

Battle hardened one man army
Iron sharpened you're hardly
Someone I would let disarm me
Forged in war sorry

other
If you’re separated, you
Can be easily controlled if
You’re too busy pointing
Fingers at each other, rather
Than holding hands
You can’t get

controlled

You think I let go of my vision for rap?
I'm thinking above degrees, I'm smarter than that
If I don't make noise, does it mean that I ran?
I don't

Performance) | Open MicReneé Rapp “Tattoos” Official Lyrics & Meaning | VerifiedMuni Long “Pain” (Live Performance) | Open Mic
[Verse 2]
Well, maybe I'm

existence is totally controlled
So the "Ghost" sing of spring underground until you revolt
To behold the foretold "King" has come
You bitch ass niggas run is

Deep controlled breathing, involves filling the lungs to the maximum.
This technique goes by the names of belly or diaphragmatic breathing.

There's

class, she likes to live high,
Her performance attracts, and catches everybody's eye.

Verse
I tried so hard to please her, I tried in every way,
I treated

controlled wording
And denial had their hour
Dude frankly, your performance
Leaves a lot to be desired
I'll write the ending on my own
Spilling all over

Controlled by puppeteer or ending up in the rear
It might be a zombie apocalypse like a bad dream
But I am legend Will Smith with a vaccine
We being watched

to the bone gristle, rapping in the game they don't blow the whistle
That's official, Peter Piper pick a pepper
Prior planning prevent piss-poor performance

tough
Forges steel from morals
Seething gleans into inked forewards
Sleeves told stories
Of less than normal performance
Luck a fairy tale told

embedded/
Their 16-year plan;its time to shred it/
Isn’t obvious; without a question/
Kill any threat with your weapon/
I won’t be controlled by those who

world?
But I'm giving it my all-all, so how this coin gonna roll
Controlled by high gold standards,
Learned that the sky excepts everyone who's brave

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances,
A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances.
How many times must we hear rehashed

system's predictive wisdom, now listen, here's the truth
Hypnotically controlled by lights and sounds you do not fight
You watch a movie, that is proving

Running Man

Don Johnson Big Band

Records Are Forever

alone
He's the living definition of flow
Cruisin' in complete control
And he's got a pair of feet that glow with
Supreme performance, in a league

My War, Your Problem

Weerd Science

Friends and Nervous Breakdowns

we controlled by kings and queens
The unseen son, the one in the attic
Hope the dream don't come true
America, she loves you
Without us who would