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Pull up to the meet with my team
If I didn't know you, you could've died
Given you some lean with pesticide
Messing with the team I give you cyanide
Shit

And it's go boys go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go...

Well a Process Man

The Chemical Worker's Song (Process Man)

Great Big Sea

Up

1996

[Chorus]

And its go boys go
They'll time your every breath
And every day in this place your two days near to death
But you go

Well a process

Don't compare the rare
Let's clear the air who dare to tussle wit a bear
And we ain't talking smokey
Process it slowly
Don't feel a nigga, I don't give

progress
But in the process, I trust it
Yea I'm back with a vengeance
I leave them astounded
I got a couple of dozen people bumping and bouncing
Going so

Their pockets are honored diamond coins
And paranoia's not in the process avoided

CANT DECIDE never satisfied
Open up your mind but it's occupied
CANT

Starting off my first big project, trying not to overstep
And don't take this shit outta context
Cause I'm doing this for the concept, the process

must be willing to use it like a cyanide pill. 

DOROTHY
What exactly does it do?

RAJ
It erases you. It erases all your digital information, really

The process of elimination they'll be extradited
Or maybe I'ma have a little fun, I'm undecided
They try to fuck with my well-being so I'm feelin' slighted
I

the necklace
Lucifer sent me his address
Passing right by gave me madness
Hit you with cyanide sadness
Cannibals masked by the kindness
Still hear the voice say

ate

Now I'm just a slave to the process
Don't have a chance to go object
I'm gon' create such an offset
The Migo's will be left astonished
Been making

Vietnam vet, wet behind the breath but staying calm
Another attempt to circumvent life's process by
Strapping wings on but they won't stay on, it's like
We

maximized profits
A fattening process like cages of swine
Troughs of slop flawed by design
To destroy from the inside our tracts of GI
With brightly colored

and investigators take him lightly
Lace the blunt with cyanide, letcha lungs get lacerations
My lyrics alter the mind like lobotomy
Double cross the voices in my

level out the Mayan tribe
Prophecized Armageddon cyanide takers, I've
Messed up a lot, on better days I'm bound to jot
I'm glad the daughter doesn't have

process
When will you realize, I had a good heart I gave and gave and gave and gave, but it
Got ripped apart I try to put on blinders, but always constant

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