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keeps me silent on your network
Botnet new node, yet another casualty
My beacon interval doesn't happen systematically
Pass the hash laterally, what

law (ouch)
Objects remain at rest
Unless compelled
By an external force inclined
Yo you know
I ain't Newton
But we gonna be together
In this brand new

of the hands of time
'Cause I'm inclined to unwind in the hands of time

I can wait in line and just pine in the hands of time
I can lose my mind, confined

Tempest

Bob Dylan

Tempest

2012

As the ballroom dancers twirled
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the underworld

Leo took his sketchbook
He was often so inclined
He closed his eyes

Im trappin and cappin servin all these fuckin addicts
Had to v8 the engine im burnin gas like what happen
Put a dick in the glick I let the 30 get

are gonna look my way
Yeah my car's not the nicest
'Cause it got in a wreck
But the AC still works
And the engine's in check
Went to community college

to a dream W' that engine got twenty steamers
Get up, let's get on a hike
Trynna get her out the house, she been shy to the light
Maybe crash a carti concert

gifted I'm a hustla I'm pimping
Spiritually inclined that's why they say that I'm different
Moving mountains n walking on haters
Money counters sitting

hide that bed of lies
Bet that I could recognize a devil in a fresh disguise
Second that I catch the eyes
They're trying to make my people less inclined

I got my safety tip, rock and roll, let's go
Time to start the engines and get on the road
Santa's gotta go, we got gifts to bring
All my brownies

dm's askin' baby what you tryna do
There's nothing that's beyond you, just tryna be behind you
It took forever to find you
You're someone I'm inclined

inclined with mine
Started to grind and grind and grind DJ why did you play my favourite song
Eyes shut you lead
In a bubble that's how we do
No trouble we

It's getting blurry now, though not in a hurry
Entering into the mind of a visionary inclined
I got shadows under bushes but there's no need to worry

the thought of am I good enough
Am I am I good enough
(Tell me)

All clones
Barely breathing but I look great I know
These engines run on empty, but, I'm low

the thought of am I good enough
Am I am I good enough
(Tell me)

All clones
Barely breathing but I look great I know
These engines run on empty, but, I'm low

Geometry with math which
Shows the inclined plane 
Wrapped helically around an axis
The fact is intelligence rapping's a habit
Pushing the pedal

Recall the lines that you forget to read

Haze, in the weeds we pray
Weighing all the odds as if we've got the choice to leave

The engine we call fate
Is

the little engine

Hear me out time to show yall what we really bout
The only hope is music trying to elevate from this relapse in my bank account
Tired

Blood sweat and my tears for all my kinsmen
Revving up all the engines hoping that I could send them
In the zone and I'm focused man
Frequency elevated

in
as the engine rev
This is realer than real
So let me know how you feel
Drivin thru the night
Everything is feelin right
I might just cause a crisis

love

Living in the moment so I guess you never cherish times
Fall by your decisions so how dare you ever feel inclined
Doing what the others do
You

drying out
In the wild sun where I'm inclined
Every day I'm lost again
Rustling leaves and annoying engines
Wanna go on down below
You'd rather tear a page

a better time
Raised right I'm left inclined 
To think I'm the best designed so never mind what you thought
'You'll never find another' like Lou Rawls
That's

made to feel a breeze / hoppin in the driver seat / engage the belt / check the mirror / start the engine / then I check myself / turn the radio up