Lyrics:
I was born on the Dixie Highway, red play and Georgy pines
I was raised on the Dixie Highway, no sweeter place you'll ever find
Wood frame house
the other four fighting machines appeared
Monstous tripots higher than the highest steeple
striding over the pine trees and smashing them
Walking engines
Hahaha you thought I was done raging
Ain't no way cuh! Yuh Lets go
In the day I'm a word machine at night feed the flaming mic with paper
Call me
ray?
Artilleryman: The Martians. They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made, massive metal things on legs. Giant machines that walked.
the other,
four of the fighting machines appeared.
Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple,
striding over pine trees and smashing them.
Walking
love Atlanta (fila nigga)
I'm a Graded baby ATL,
And all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
You don't' wanna step to close or go to far
'Cause where
stayed graded up, south-ayed it up
I see you with the candy paint
Do you got them dollas mayn?
Its all about the heavy weight
Let me hear ya holla ya mayn
from?
I'm from Houston, keepin it screwed up
Ain't whatchu used to, tippin on 44's
On the note we stayed graded up, south-ayed it up
I see you with
tower totem fast food
Tipo big machine freezer automaticFood
Digisat plus jesusTVconnected compact
Althare mono multiUse
I got a shower a totem monitor
the back of my head
Till its worrying machine
And in the cotton fields by the house where I was born
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin
from?
I'm from Houston, keepin it screwed up
Ain't whatchu used to, tippin on 44's
On the note we stayed graded up, south-ayed it up
I see you with
(yeah)
That's how the virus attacks (that's how the virus attacks)
They come at me with machine guns (brr)
Like trying to fight off a gnat
Still
Gas gas where the fire baby
Weed loud with a foul fragrance
Good pussy I annihilate it
Head was great but I down played it
Honor roll when my pine
marketed by the media
They are so unbelievably real
when you walk past them you don't even realize they're machines
And when you wave to them they actually
it in the past
‘Cause anything timed graded or judged meant I come in last
First place is the best second ain’t too bad
Third’s still on the podium
around you still
It’s honest work for a machine
Grind the quicksand century
It’s graded
It’s gradual
But I saw your sadness turning macho
Show me
What’s
around you still
It’s honest work for a machine
Grind the quicksand century
It’s graded
It’s gradual
But I saw your sadness turning macho
Show me
What’s
The youth molded, they start em young
Yeah they got a motive
12 years, conditioned and groomed
They've made it clear
Keeping us in gear like machines so they
don’t speak.
And I wrote a book to save my breath.
I knew I was right, but didn’t have a way to test.
I’ll build a machine to prove that there are things
faire machine arrière
Non je n’ai plus besoin de toi
Au pire des cas moi je retournerai chez ma mère
Notre amour n’était pas connecté comme tu vois
Moi
It took a while back for machine
To dry away
Centuries were blocking faith in life
Serpentine road was tracking yeast of pine
Silicone dematurates
sois j'did
Marque de fou sur l'appuie tête
Dev'nir une machine à hit
J'me prends pas pour le prophète
J'aime connexion dans le feat
Oui j'aime connexion
This for them boys riding Slab
For them boys riding clean
For them niggas on them swangas
In them fucking time machines
This for them niggas
gotta spend a dime
Show her my designs, while I'm rollin up this pine
She been up in the mood, now I gotta get in mine
I got into that pussy, but, first I
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