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up at the digital jesus factory outlet (bout it, bout it),
bout it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous,
never wild shook but

than digital days
I can hear myself
I can hear myself
Like a midnight cowboy
In the dream factory
I can hear myself
Like a midnight cowboy
Tapping into

In this digital abyss, trapped in binary space
I'm a prisoner of this factory, where music has no grace
Suffocating in an algorithmic embrace
Can't

In the silence of the factory's fall,
Echoes of progress, a tech overhaul.
Hands once busy, now idle and cold,
A story of displacement, silently

kon travaille nan yon factory
Pendan mon onc Reynold tap joué
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
City, City

[Chorus]

Blow, blow, blow

Juan
What your man's on with all
This truth to stand on
I promise 'til the day that I pass
I'm on they ass
Fresh painted digital dash, I'm gettin' cash

again, I know she mad at me, whoa, whoa
I put baguettes in the Cartier watch and it came from the factory, whoa, whoa
Jumped out the Wraith with

neon lights,
We groove through the binary, in the Electric Delight.

In the factory of dreams, where gears entwine,
We build the future, in a mechanical

In the age of AI I'm here to sing
Not to replace the artists just a digital wing
I don't seek the limelight or the stage so grand
Just a few clicks

E-boy wanna email IR, IRL
But IDK, DK
The HTML
F-U-C-K, C-K
Also LOL
Stuck in screen saves
Freeze frame
In digital hell, hell, hell, hell
Hello baby

provided symbols
Cages on the side returned them to the factory floors
Little ones come back one by one to the sweat shop
Opening Gates, providing Jobs, but

없어, 
Coded bars surround me,
Sell ​​your soul to the digital devil
Stirring the rhyme,
Shouting the fate of the assembly line,
I haven't stayed yet.

Introduction
[Verse]
Lost in the maze of bits and bytes Trapped in this AI,
I can't find the light
In the music factory, I'm just a pawn
I'm in

Rockets on the Battlefield

Kool Keith

Black Elvis/Lost in Space

1999

You can't stop my uniqueness 

Complication altitudes built in compartments 

Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin

on ecstasy
I worship the knowledge,
(behind) the digital goat masque
All are a part of the path which is
Shifting from life
to join the digital Goat
Forgotten

can't find myself
Lost in the middle of bland
Don't nobody play nowadays all these digital bands
Ain't nobody musicians no more lyrical cats
How can we go

Digital money ne fait que des in-and-out
J'ai passé mon 'wood à la bitch elle a pass out
My lil' bro fait que jugg il veut drop out

My lil' bro fait

at my own
Cause it's so grating these days
All the hot take factories
They have no saving grace
No depth or lyric capacity
They've got galaxy brain

boiled alive in the oven at a canned tuna factory
Or - as a ragged ex-divinity student asked once
When you were pontificating about God's great mercy, 
If

Seized by a conveyer line of thoughts 
We live in a stimulus factory 
I'm losing my home in schizotopia
Two worlds distract my mind
No matter

and tuck
Gt da digital dash bouta paint my v dub
Damn what you do put the duces on it
Pull up with the crew its a kodak moment
Onli here for one night she

Hit you in the face
Hard as hell with this rap sheet
In your digital space
Peep your technological gadget
Seems like magic
A luxury tragic
We stay

Hit you in the face
Hard as hell with this rap sheet
In your digital space
Peep your technological gadget
Seems like magic
A luxury tragic
We stay

The factory is cold and shut down for the day 
Sheets of cold rolled steel stuck in motion where they lay
I hide waiting among the rust and fallen