Lyrics:
Don't pay attention, this is disrespecting the art form
Robo The Technician, a god, invisible icon
Oh he was mad nice, but the sad part, he died poor
I got 1 warp drive
2 pulse pistols
And a weapons bay
Full of pissed off missiles
You can leave now
Or kiss that ship
Good - bye cause I'm here
We came here tonight to get loose
So before we leave we got to lift you
Higher than you ever been before, forget roof
Cause the world on fire
the spectacle, the grand social circus.
*
Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives
The things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail.
an audition
Another addition
Increasing cognition
a lyrical technician
I don't need your permission
To hit with precision
Look at the transition
A 6 speed
that control panel
I prayed to God he sent a vision of this town
He sent me here to reprogram missile on the down (ha ha ha ha)
Missile fire I desire
going to survive
Dials screaming overdrive, pilot seats, and open sky
Missile fire flying by I can hear
Buzzing of a thousand flies
Ringing like
Deadly forces move in to attack in the blink of an eye
As soldiers we stand in the fire preparing to die
Skies turn red as missiles burn the night
Life
New Episode Gonna Let It Flow
Get Ready Y'all
Turn Up The Stereo
Who's On Fire 新しい展開が
目の前で起こる
We Climbing Up The Empire
So What You Gonna
Do To Get
Than I take over the glob
And it's out of control
Out of control
When my art gets blown
I be fetching target hoes
I target foes with an arsenal
When it
Clear the way
Tell them three canal coming
Tell the wicked them start running
Cause a lot of fire go be burning now
Clear the way
Tell them Jah
the quickness
No bar
Can’t be left with contemptness
On par
With the depth of the position
Word to the GOATS
All the Stans and Technicians
Yeah yeah Come and come
the mind control
Helmet made of brimstone and fire
Watch the heads roll, I stroll past 'em in street clothes
Freeze, murdered two birds with the stone that
cough
Take it off
Baby eat my wood like it's some damn coleslaw
Molotov
Jody so litty on fire like molotov
Niggas said yeah you got the juice
Im feeling
Superficial, blowing whistles
Rocket launchers, heat-seeking missiles
Heat-seeking missiles
Neutrons fire, the heart, the money desire
The power, the pen, no
whatwa what we really need
What we need what we need what what we really need
Is more people
No Smoke No Fire
Where in history would I want to be
a missile threat
Fishing expedition, bless the internet
How you all be talking all 'that and this' in debt?
Resurrect what y'all put to rest and yet
You can't
with us
Never since beginning
My clique is one and a must
Professional musician
The mission's all we discuss
Devoted technician
To give the people
Sounds of death at its fullest
Buildings will crumble, Grenades will be fumbled
Fire falls from the sky
Zero control over orders
Hear the sounds
bad
They dropping these bomb over in Bagdad
Explosions in the sky
You hear the C-ram
This ain't no live fire exercise
Element of surprise
I'm Trapped
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
fire isn't the best idea for a childrens toy
Reptar I think you really losing a screw
Cuz we losing control again so what we gonna do?
HA.....
HA......
Fire opens in the distance
Missiles that don't stop raining
Darkness in every city
Blood and bodies everywhere
Tyrants wants to expand his lands
His
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