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of life
Billions of galaxies trillions of systems
For our human kind of arrogance
We are the center of it all
Infinite survival that's what we aim for
Just

when I cook I make the hardest
You better spark it
You see I'm fighting for survival
Free my rival cause I care for ya
Better not pass it if its idle

through

Time sets me free
Or am I free from time
I wonder wherever I go
Is there much more to know

Time is our friend
Though we fear time till the end

comes the fun

No 1's, but 2's, plus probability
Are possibilities endless, 'til destiny
Is it possible our fates are decided
In a seventh dimensional

you're watching it explode
It's just a day in the life of Jesus Jones

Well I suppose life is a game of probability, at least if you're not rich
You can

the dirt making cream
For the modified crops to flourish without worries
Our molecules nourish the free furries
That roam around the grounds desecrated by

the dirt making cream
For the modified crops to flourish without worries
Our molecules nourish the free furries
That roam around the grounds desecrated by

the pedal in that hood

I sit in the back of the room
Legs crossed, melting wax
Another free drink so soon?
All good, knock it back
Red lights, heart

to
Protect the development of life
Over and before our individual
Free choice to destroy
It or seek to alter it's natural development

Third Overstanding

set on survival 
Insurmountable idols idle not producing 
Seducing the youth withholding the truth the music is the proof 
Poof they're more magician

The Battle Of The Maginot, an atrocity of lesser madness
To the events foreboding
Gather beyond the bridges of the stars
And valiantly charge

been asked to curate an emotional event. A lyrical lecture if you will What I would like to discuss with you is


Them niggaz scream HE COMIN! When they

details the common man's struggle for
Survival in a hostile environment
You play baseball?

No

"Please don't ask the question
How low can you go?"

What

Brain Softener

Dice Raw

Reclaiming the Dead

2000

denial
Just raw ass lyrics, no self-proclaimed titles
Whip out what I'm concealin', then aim for survival
Seein' is believin', my fist is an eyeful