Lyrics:
and the stars look stunning
Central Mass raised, up in the woods
Mama loves her babies, yeah she raised us good
She was one of eight, born with the greatest mind
MASS MANIPULATION
These are the days of quick decision
Get out the box you live in
These paper walls they call a prison
Now at the seams they’re
Turning, mass distortion
Turning, mass distortion
Turning, mass distortion
Hopeless display fall to my reign
Trapped in this cage of corruption
Accept I am
I'm the only me
I like everything in order
Just turned 23
Helping all my sons and daughters
From my own city
Repping AA like Cena
Yet they can't see
phone,
Pushing weight like in the gym we’re only doing mass bro,
Old school pushbikes saddle up,
Now it’s big bikes saddle up,
Getting older time
be alone
Before I implode
(Before I implode)
It's the nature of every shining mass of gas in this universe
A dense collection of nuclear reactions
Money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing, money's growing like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growing like grass with
pull up (tryna place my order)
Ima pull ima ima pull up
Lookin' at this menu
Tryna cure this appetite
But I'm running thru
These meals but I'm starving
Where hath the apostles gone?
Joining hands with wicked ones
Revelation's come to pass
New world order will hold the mass
Book written by
They've got a lot to say, but they just never learn
In-doctrin-ated, making the world burn
With a sick obsession, and their (its) mass hypnosis
They fill
Mississippi ready to put that ass in order
(Sh, keep it quiet now)
Way down in the water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass
The speeches began, much as they were planned,
Aimed at the reporters in strict running orders.
When over the catwalk, way up in the scaffolds,
A luminous
the bar up and creating children
It's a passion feeling
Ro up in the building
Heads up in the ceiling (ouch ooo)
I'm not mass appealing
But my skin be
Order my stepsYea Yea ya
2 steps to the left then it's 3 steps to the rightaightSouth paw take flights aiightomicron in my site click click uh i bow
magic
Whatchya gonna do
When a black mass is coming up with magic
Grey magic, yin and yang
My spiral cup
Whatchya gonna do
In a black magic secret cult
Where have the apostles gone?
Joining hands with wicked ones
Revelation has come to pass
New World Order will hold the mass
A book written by
Where hath the apostles gone?
Joining hands with wicked ones
Revelation has come to pass
New world order will hold the mass
A book written
Running man, running man, running man, running man
It's the Bape head band rocker
Pee in corny rapper's jockers
Acting like some boppers tryna' top us
Grind hard, yea grind harder it's a new day gotta get my shit in order yea life's short & it's only get shorter flow so smooth call me Mr running
pulling the trigger
Boo, they came like a thief in the night
Sike, cause they were the thieves in the night
They sitting on power
They running the country
washed clean
Hood rinsed, nah mean
Then bills get passed like parishioners at mass
They give thanks with mo' Frank's in a S class
Mo' Valents in a coupe no
like the 70s and I'm seven deep with the squad, I flow heavenly
Killing every competition off in any order
Hey, I sorta kinda need a fucking orthodontist
Irregular pulse in rhythmic seizure
Come offset the pressure, hold out the order
United after the blaze
The fire has melted our chains
We are the ones who
rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O and Sparks, we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we
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