Lyrics:
always end up crying
When I do it feels like dying
Please know that I'm not lying
Dark thoughts introduced by perceived intention
Conclusions drawn
Go live on Mars
All new human inventions
Burned alive in ovens
because everything is new
this is a well forgotten old
New inventions only change
Go live on Mars!
All new human inventions
Burned alive in ovens
Because everything is new
This is a well forgotten old
New inventions only change
Notwithstanding
Several attempts by many in the
Californian community to
Attribute the invention of
Performance poetry to their particular
Clique
And now I’d really like to take some rest
From this mess left behind
Old circus matches and caresses
Provided in time
For perfect lying all the stars
has moved along (And I, as if I’ve had a choice)
Ever want to find me I’ll be lying in the ground
My address is easy; it’s the dirt
Well if this is what
Your careless talk can buy you trouble
You better keep opinions to yourself
What you give out you'll get back double
So stop your lying it's a waste
except the carnage
That's they invention
Just being honest
Nothings promise
Clearly what I get for free
Is what they want from me
Vision is free
Language are inventions, inventions are imperfect
But truth is perfect regardless of how you word it
Number it, label it, name it, describe it
Those are
This is document
This is my invention
I'm overwhelmed and worn out
With the old expressions
Things will never be the same
It just keeps us guessing
when it's time to come jack my inventions
They taking my swag and they run
I just went blew me a bag at ndarriskii
I think I went up on the mafucking
Otto titsling,inventor and crout,
Had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled
on a new wave
I been wilding in these streets mamma but still remember everything you said to me
Don't believe these hoes they be lying through they teeth
to share it with you."
Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
invention
I was mentioned I be creeping with the intention
To break free from this evil mad society
Don't lie to me
I'm dope, I scope stuff I like
of trust when you turn into dust.
We're forced into a position of knowledge it's true
But you are lying when your claiming that this has nothing to do with
out
And now he's lying on the floor
Olé
I'm just a boy whose inventions are bad
Life's good, won't you make her wanna give me head
I'm just
back home from Balice
Shawty swear that she in love
Why she lying through her teeth
Shawty swear that pussy mine
Why she lying through her teeth
I don’t
Bleed it out so I don't live
Call the white suits, oh grow up
Cos I am tired of you and your inventions
Leave me out to dry with best intentions
Oh home
me down, down, down
I guess in three months' time I'll be lying on the ground
Saying ooh, I hate to say I told you so
But ooh I know you'd up and go
I
edition
The non-creatives un-impact, she got no invention
Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can cook
This kitchen's lookin' sketch, you mixed
of America
Suffering, in the body of America
Lying, in the wicked spirit of America
Dying, in the old soul of America
Ms. America, you've been a very bad
edition
The non-creatives un-impact, she got no invention
Just stuck on silly ideas 'cause it's all you can cook
This kitchen's lookin' sketch, you mixed
though they're broke?
It's the invention of whiteness
They call you white by white standards
Damn what they're talking 'bout human first
Stand
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