Lyrics:
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What is your data
Databus
Databus
I'm pushing your breakpoints
Anytime Mike
Know my subroutine
Motorola exorsizer
Modem connecting
In sync
It's a total system car crash
Dead billionaires in a hundred dollar bag
Motorola Iceman, show me where it's at
Hacking into Chevron now, quarantine's
gathering, keep the profile low
Disable the system
Emission blinding
Control the flow
Profit rising
Quality breach
Collision approaching
Evidence leak
[PROF. JONES:] Good evening.
One of the main elements in any assessment of the medieval open-field farming system is the availability of plough
do we get? No quality.
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system
payola (cheese)
Yola (yola), payola (yeah, yeah) (broccoli), payola (Quavo)
Trappin' off of Motorola (brrp)
The plug, he in Minnesota
I got
got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
Hearing thougths
About how is supposed to be
I resist the destruction
of personal qualities
Comes the night and in my eyes
a new world is borning
up, huh
My gun a sprinkler system
Pull up to his block and wet it up
I'm on the ground off the Xanax and Perkies
I need a pick me up huh
I got so
funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Uh, yeah (oh), yeah
When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em? Will I diss 'em?
running after me
Didn't want to spent quality time, didn't think I would ever leave
You got way to comfortable, now you say you want me in your life
funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Uh, yeah (oh), yeah
When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em? Will I diss 'em?
after me
Didn?t wanna spent quality time, didn?t think I would ever leave
You got way too comfortable, now you say you want me in your life
'Coz I
the rope of mainstream hangs heavy
and we keep on losing lives
dogmatic pulse of every system
and the footprints we leave behind
quality control,
roll
Lay me back
your system's built like that.
Baaaad.
60's girl in her tunnel of love
Sexy motorola
60's rambler rollin' around
60's slim solid gold
A Journexx
Respect Bob the G
Cause him set foundation fi wi
Produce music inna high quality
The right excellency Nesta Marley
And i say respect Bob
and the system is corrupt
You want equality? We gotta rise up!
If you want the quality of life to rise
Then this movements' size has got to up the vibe
Gotta stop
Here's a representative quote
And in our survey ey ey; ey
Fundamental quality
Human Capital
Move the systems forward
Pockets of collaboration tended not
reboot
Mechanical systems, optimal
And the game is engage and take control
And I play to win
Watch it blow when I let it go, go
Mechanical systems, flesh
6 billion minds, controlled by one
10,000 more, stare down the barrel of a gun
annihilation by a system of our own design
your definition of freedom,
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
quality
Your systems laser lens should be cleaned
After every ten hours of use
You may press stop, and eject
To remove this disc now
Or you can skip
The Quality of Life is Creeping on an Edge
You stretch it out like Glass looking through the Sea
Taking all the Life while you start to Flee
You
The most important quality
Is humility
Well I can't make amends
For a system broken
Or a lack of emotion
A girl glue herself to a lens
A man plays
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