Lyrics:
at all those boobs
An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing
Singing the blues
They make personal phone
Clean up all the dead weight,
Drop the act,
And man I've never ever fucking heard a falser fact,
I face a bitter protocol and it pays so far,
Where
Uhh hollup, this that shit that make em dance (Uhh hollup, Damn)
Double R living all I think about is bands (Haa)
Ian talking bout no instrument this
Electrical jaw
Not really talking
Magnetic voice
Solenoids tired
I have no choice
Good initiate protocol two
Factory puppet
All song and dance
Real emotion
a protocol call
That's why we blow it up' fore we go
The sun showers that fall on my troubles
Are over you my baby
And some showers I'll be aiming at you
a protocol call
Which is why they blow it up fore they go
Sun showers that fall on my troubles
Are over you my baby
And some showers I'll be aiming
a protocol call
Which is why they blow it up fore they go
Sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you my baby
And some showers I'll be aiming at you
Folk got to readjust their thinking
Because they thought that they used to master
All of these instruments and
Nobody else could
But the Chinese are
clothes medicine
Wielding out the smokestack factory trained to capture in the zoo's ghost predators
Food clothes medicine
I think I'd funk a bunk colony
hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living
the way from the Factory,
Working from sun to sun
It was a very Long week,
But now is time to have fun
All the way to the dancehall,
Tonight
Promoters
imminent
Infinite instruments torment the primitive little significance
Criminals implement limited protocol
Innocent citizen drowning in methanol
We all
the instruments
To probe this entity
Heed the directed protocols
Observe with dignity
Care not to impose bias
Our wishes and our fears
Something dreams a message
the instruments
To probe this entity
Heed the directed protocols
Observe with dignity
Care not to impose bias
Our wishes and our fears
Something dreams a message
up like a limp dick
If you think you can spit then I am the fuckin' dentist
My visions that I record, the instruments I adore
The happiness that I
it’s a gun in yo face what’s the protocol
Set it off
hmm
Bitch
It’s a treat wen playas meet
Uh
Its a treat when playas meet
Thats it
Yessir
Uh
It’s such
Helpless ignorance
Conceals the evidence
A nail in the coffin as per protocol
I'm sorry to see you die
To nature's curtain call
It had to get rid of us once
Wearing a synthetic suit
Clean cut, factory made
Glimmering on the surface
Teeth so evenly placed
Standing on a crowded corner
She's not like anyone
collar shirt and called my girl a doll
He smelt like Pall Malls and way too much alcohol
I knew we should have stayed home and followed protocol
Or went
ain't getting no slice from the factory with me nigga
You know these hoes love cheesecake
Fake, instagram models they be in the club with sparkling
omnidirectional
We know they all just lead one way
So be you core, bot, cube, or turret
(Oh, we do what we must, because we can)
Treat this Aperture factory well
killing mics is my protocol
Double edged sword, pierces like jaws
Theme song, wuh wuh wuuuuh
From the holster make them draws
Glass jaws when in hulk mode,
through the presence of ALLAH
Thick brocades and silk cover our temple physically we special
Profound sounds of stringed instruments enough to make
Dust off the instruments
Do you still know how to play?
With the pride of lions you rub me the wrong way
Stick your hand in the cookie jar, pull
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