Lyrics:
go dude
Rockets are balloon assisted and satelites too
Don't believe your watchin a baloon look At the Nasa launches and pause it too
It rolls like its
Seven
Seven
I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellites flashing down Orchard
Seven
Seven
I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellites flashing down Orchard
Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now
Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now
worthless
Bars on point like I got good service
I'm searching but I found out that nobody is perfect
Dragon sensei one and only
Never did shit that was phony
Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now
And if I give a wrong answer these dudes'll tap the satellite
Punk suckers, changing the station
Man it seems I lost a couple fans when I got into
Lee, do you yield?
You shot him in the side
Yes, he yields
I'm satisfied
Yo, we gotta clear the field
Go
We won
Here comes
55 DRILLERS THAT WILL MAKE IT LEVITATE
NO MONEY, NO TALKING
JE NE SAS PAIS DÉSOLÉ
PIT STOPS AT SERVICE STATIONS
EVIAN, TOOTHBRUSH & A COLGATE
It took me 17 days in the pouring rain and 2000 miles alone
making my way through your kingdom on the wrong side of the road
Eating at the service
satellite.
Push this button.
End the transmission
So keep your hands to yourself
In this transit station reconnection to our lives
In transit like my
Oh, wait for me, I fell behind three signs for services ago
Some sarcastic satellite says I'm not anywhere
Spent every cent of your good will
If fans buy the shirt then they get the mp3
Music was a product now it is a service
Major record labels why are you trying to hurt us
Epic's up
on the relay
Now I'm mashing the backstretch
Every rhyme composition in the Met under "Mic Check"
Yeah vessel zone scientific
Bounce light off a satellite
Choir of an empty station
The heel physco on the lonely stairs
The friend that rings and the friend who sings
We all long for light and the chance
to complacement
Carry worlds upon my shoulders as to put them back in order
Spinning fragments ever stagnant break away at my border
Fields of asteroids can't rock
On a midnight walk thru the power lines
On our backs, in a field by a fence
To contemplate the Milky Way
Look up at the sky and say
Something
Rhodesia
And love blows through Rhodesia
Oh, Nazis in full attack
Burning niggers in a cotton field
Service stations offer promises
And promises
I'm in education
Now, I'm licking shots without
Bein' on the field
Like football manager doing simulation
I cut the feds emergin' from the sideroad
They
where yo badge at
Pumping gas I'm like a service station add tax
Charge 2500 for the gas bags
Still getting pounds in by the trash bag
Got a whole pound
and the laziest
I write for geologists and ufologists
All scientists in all sciences in all fields
I write for big deals so I can eat comfortably and not have
on tha hill
And I ain’t talking shit
Only keepin it real
My weapon meant for a
Muthafucker know how ta kill
Someone who really been on the field
That’s
it every time
And, I even thought we got teachers, medical field, social workers
Entrepreneurs and people that work in customer service
Maybe they
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