Lyrics:
a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step
Like I said in "Strictly Biz" I'm known to cause an illusion
To create total chaos, no mass confusion
Total
on Beast Mode! Yeah.
Darker than night, Drop that Ass.1 down!
Weigh less than 50 pounds in total body mass. 2 down!
All my freaks in the front wave your
of individuality, it melts the individuals into a
Mass, and mass into a humble, collective body. The dualism of Laibach's
Message, perception and receiver's structure
There’s no remains nor ashes no graves
Ablaze crop from the center of earth
Their bodies consume in tatters
Chariots of Fire spawned reign of Chaos
Skin
These infinite branches spreading, reaching for eternity
I dream of the end of history and all its memory
I want the total annihilation of this
debris causes suffocation
Bodies fall into the fiery tomb
Death in pain, no salvation
Incineration is your doom
Biomass
Incineration
Incineration
her whole body is fake
As long as the P____ is real
She under total control pose at the top of the pole
Let you take a few pictures and drop in down
Mr. Aim Center Mass, Is Back
The G.O.A.T. has entered the chat
The G.O.A.T. has entered the chat
Mr. Aim Center Mass, Is Back
The G.O.A.T. has
the
Motherfucker in his abdomen
Silly wicked bloody Jack-O-Lantern he
Died dead center of the pumpkin patch we
Heard him screamin' as he carved
'til he hit bone
He
complacent to pasting
A copied hobbyless odyssey faceless hate in my body
My rotting corpse so remorseful I'd opt to forfeit my plot
Aesop so lost in my
Fight for total domination
Bodies disposed as worthless trash
Morals fail as greed prevails
Green and white - for that they'll kill
FOR THAT THEY'LL
try to paint me as this monster
I don't wanna race to our body bags
Total waste of my fire
I just sold my soul for a heart attack
You was in all in my
x2]
Who you be?
I'm tha one that stay high
Center maka up tha party, rockin' body's
With tha thugga hands up in the sky
Neva shy he's fly
Who am
Total control of your body and soul
We turn into a fascist state, no hope it is too late
Gas 'em the handicapped
Slaughter the weak
Hide the ugly
at you
It's the two-body problem!
Let's change our orbit to a physics class
I'll accelerate some force through your center of mass
Turning our potential
To celebrate
Weapons are made to depopulate
Total control
Solace to fall
World domination demands it’s toll
Body parts are scattered and wrecked
Human debris
surgery with anesthetic
Total mass in a mass stocker, hit the creator
Set it off like Michael Meyers in a double feature
Feature funky rhymes that are
Its total
Its immortal
Its Like a portal
Its conscience...
its no nonsense...
So now listen
So called "beginning"...
It's a mass
Of pressurized
down they hold a pump
Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of starvin' niggas want to eat supper
Unfair corruptions lead
droppin' body's poppin' like the last days
Now I finally understand how crime pays
Its the plan that's designed through corruption
Total domination, mass
a combustive concoction
This lump of common coal, chipped and imperfect
A raw amorphous mass - no obvious front or back
No left, no right... irrelevant... united
my purpose for livin'
Makes no difference to you
My total existence was for
Makin' a smiling move
They said that I'll live forever
But the moment he
disabled individuals
The poor, the scholars all labeled common criminals
Mass extermination, total annihilation
Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground,
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