Lyrics:
I hear audible transmissions from the Spirit
I hear audible transmissions of the Spirit
I hear audible transmissions from a Spirit
I hear audible
BUSINESS CONTROLS THE COLONY
Verse 1-
FOUR RANGE ROVERS TRANSPORT THE DRUG GOD ENTOURAGE
BULLET PROOF GLASS PROTECTION FROM WORKERS BARRAGE
(my eyes)
Buttoned zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
Mouth about the Greenhouse
Y’all know what I’m talkin’ about
Locals be quick to, disrespect our tribe
‘cause we ain't from the East
The West for the South
to hide
A cruel wind that blows down to our lunacy
And leaves him standing cold here in this colony
I can't see why all these confrontations
I can't
to hide
A cruel wind that blows down to our lunacy
And leaves him standing cold here in this colony
I can't see why all these confrontations
I can't
Did I ever tell you what happened before?
I was walking in the shadow of my death
Did I ever tell you what happened before?
I was hiding from
Transmission inbound
They be on a mission now
They be hidin' in the crowd
All them bitches with dicks
Want dick from a guy who don't want dick, that's a dick
Take, take, take, all my time, all my company
Take everything from me
Fake, fake, fake all these things that you say to me
Nothing that I want
Take, take, take, all my time, all my company
Take everything from me
Fake, fake, fake all these things that you say to me
Nothing that I want
lives fade
In tirading heckler academies
Divorced from insipidity and honestly
I discipline the workers in my colony
With glorious intention to live
Just
That's how I came to be master of
My own little colony!
He's got his own little colony!
He's got his own little colony!
He's got his own little colony
transmission to the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed
transmission to the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed scissor
Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from the one armed
The legion is on fire
The legion is on fire
The legion is on fire
I was born in a convict colony
I was torn from the land that mothered me
I'm goin in this is really how I get it
Colony that's the only way to win it
I move fast because my life's a race
Jaws drop while they're standing in
clearer
You're nothing but
A product of evolution
Like a colony of ants
Ruled by confusion, yeah
Ruled by confusion, yeah
Ruled by confusion, yeah
I and I
Take, take, take all my time, all my company
Take everything from me
Fake, fake, fake all these things that you say to me
Nothing that I want
when I was so alone
Can you hear my transmission?
Its your soul I am missing
I need you to come on again RcDIO
REFRcIN
Transmission static
From a time
getting dark, so let me spell out my name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be
A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps
your soul transmission
Go keep it up
It's your soul transmission
Waiting in an empty cathedral
To look at what I'm running from
And I don't get
the hawks
It's obvious I'm on a higher level
Beyond cloud nine, I'm zonin' on a flyer level
No baggage, no tickets, just another plane
My transmission's
It's the return of what's missin', stay tuned to this transmission
From day one, I had you flabbergasted how I got it done
It wasn't hard to tell,
satellite,
From America, from America;
Whispers from some far-off place,
Are drifting into outer space,
From America, from America;
And when I see a shooting
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