Lyrics:
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
noodles
Old posting ass nigga
Name should've been computer
Real life they nice, internet they killers
Real life they cool, internet they gorillas
You not
a
Child what is
Moral and immoral, right and wrong
We first and foremost can
Establish what the laws that govern
Us are you can
Always escape hell by not
War games! War games
This is y2k, mang, challenging the law games
War games! War games
ICBMs with a distance of more range
War games! War games
the rose I
Proceed with concentration
Alleviate the weak through elimination
My lights shine illuminated
Your whole vibe is computer generated
Now what are
people Let's just make a phone call
Got them computers on yo neck Cause he don't need no one
Came out the school learning bout tech
And they done taught
Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We
at the Cypher school that produced the Ultra Intelligence
Wherever whenever I wanted ran sixty four kilometers
The internet computers phones that you hold in your
Mostly because they’ll forget how to think…
In time we will lose it, in time we will fail
Simply because just the systems prevail
Enslaved by computers
I'm on the internet, posing as a little girl
I'm trying to lure evil into my world
I tell 'em that I'm curious and I'm only twelve
Mom and dad are
on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do
I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks
Blow out busted internet access info out your back
Clip cut you off I'm too advanced for your little
the pressure
Computer science class at 11 A.M.
But I don't fuck with binary, so call me they/them, bitch
I'm working on my grades, y'all still working
Boris is the mediating pole of the clique. As a lawyer and junior partner in a law firm, he is a great moderator and trained mediator. His girlfriend
on me, I still be spending that
Computers talking, they beef on the internet
Spin round his block and we aim for the top like a ceiling fan
Lil nigga
killers when they get faded
Ducking 12 high speeding on the laws
City praising niggas with flaws
Get caught and tell what they saw
Bitches thinking they bad
the flu and shit, you gotta glock
But you ain't a shooter, you never be usin' it, I got some ops
Behind the computers, they talkin', I'm used to a drip like
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