Lyrics:
space?
Why dont we believe in life from outer space?
Why dont we break the rules of time and space?
Contact
Contact
Contact
Free your mind
Embrace
Tufts tufts tufts tufts tufts tufts tufts tufts
Tufts tufts tufts tufts tufts tufts tufts tufts
Tufts in your mouth
Tufts in your face
I’M a Black Man, Caucasian, a Many
Coloured Man,
I’m Eurasian , or , Possibly Asian ,
I am, Muslim, Christian, I’m an,
African,
I’m from Here,
bitch this is nachos
If you A-live in the USA you're never A-lone
fuck what they want contact we gonna praise GOD
A full frontal assault on your liberty
The brains will start to abandon the religions
And believe in themselves
And the new world order will start
Drop that motherfucker
T-T-T-Touch your skin
I explode each time
I explode each time
I explode each time
We come in contact
I explode each time
I explode each time
I explode each
T-T-T-Touch your skin
I explode each time
I explode each time
I explode each time
We come in contact
I explode each time
I explode each time
I explode each time
They lost contact
They need to touch you
Reach out across the ages and touch you
Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century
A young girl named
water let alone juice
Internets down I cant contact bruce
Its the 2nd wave
Lil brother sit down and pray
I ain't seen sunlight in days
I'm covered up I
cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism
Eager for, hungry for
They got to have
You know they love
Connection
Contact
Communion
And let our two great religions
Cease their senseless struggle
It
Yeah
The evolution is near
Brains will start to abandon their religions
And believe in themselves
And the new world order will start
Yeah
I
Gimme that (oh)
Gimme that (oh)
Gimme that (oh)
Gimme that, body
I’m in position
Oh, I’m your religion, divine (oh)
The cruelest intention
The edge
burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion
Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television
Got that trey pound on you, run down on you
Hard boiled nigga,
to pay the price?
Souls they sacrifice
For the afterlife
This is a cold religion
This is a coalition
I'm on another mission
I'm way off all the hinges
called "Vagina Monologue"
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun
Seed in you part of the project
Get on that, contact
Look like you need some contact I feel you
We kinda the same
Come cross me get mixed with
watches on my wrist, step in that bitch, still snowing
Eye contact is crazy, but I ain't even have to look to get her going
Ain't even got no contact in my
burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion
Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television
Got that trey pound on you, run down on you
Hard boiled nigga,
the after party
Two-gun gang, all-black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in her tummy
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before Benihana's, it
the after party
Two-gun gang, all-black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in her tummy
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before Benihana's, it
a Garda to come fill up my hammer pants
I've been on the road, I don't know where to go
They don't put you no (Put you in no)
Ambulance, and I can't stand
contact!" - Lt. Clifford Stone
2008 - Anotha fake election
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Monologue"
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas
Who should lie in the morgue
Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed he was the last
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