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to the street
When others shed their suit and tie I scratch and crawl my feet
The winds of western logic and their factories of despair
Are situations locked

Plato said stotle asked how
His metaphysics still hurts plato's ass now

Aristotle wasn't perfect but he gave
Us laws of logic
Which gave us shit like

counting on you

LOGIC see I ain't going back to the block
Rats and the rocks flats and the cops
Logic’s never been trapped in no box
See the young ones

both know why
But somehow I still believe
That you would come back to your senses
If I could just burn the factory down
And start again
Start again
We're

pedal
Steer off
Axe all peril
Every genre has its chocolate factory
Make your choice and chase that golden ticket
Dream of a selection box only problem is

speaking words that don't commit to factories
Glad Og raised full breed
So tell me, what's the truth in you
You talk them lies up to fill your pride up,

cars flip, Deck bomb atomic, Islamic arms
Kiss the comet, this time, he's gone
I grip the don, rip arms out the socket, cock it
Fly logic, now watch

Weaponized good guys, they sit on their thumbs
Try to look fierce, but the oeuvre is dumb
Go to your corner and you mumble your chant
Reaching for logic, but

A Factory in the Desert

Icicle Works

Icicle Works

1984

the world
I promise you the world,
I'll love you as a factory in the desert

While trying to obsess me,
Her confidence falls down,
I hav to steal this moment

Look into my eyes
To the walls impending over me
Try to escape from this game
Where human logic fails
DOWN with no hope or safety
Where illusion

mental disorder

But yeah, anyway
I'm medicated these days
And only suffer minor delusions
That I filter out with logic
So I should go back to college
Just

the poverty of Americas wealth
Money smells of evil, greed
Capitolist wants and pumped up needs

Money stinks
Money stinks
This city stinks

Smell the logic

You might be sweating in a factory
Or chained to a desk
Teaching little kids math 
Or selling TV sets
No matter what y ou do 
When it's time

on the ones who'll never come on this ride
I'm disillusioned with these illusions of sin
I tried to open the doors to let the cunts in
In this anarchy factory

on me I’m not even your king’s size 



Flow thru 
You F with me you take an L (FL)
It’s only logic that you know that I’m a pro too (protools)
I dont

Wanna bet
The chaos and lies and fabrication of logic
The liars invariably only convince themselves
Like this bullshit
Like we all figured out
By the age

factory
In Tulum off the shrooms with a nice one, Losing faith in me finding the right one
I still ride for the cause like I'm Mysonne, 'Let em know' just

Money Stinks

D.R.I.

The Dirty Rotten LP

1984

the logic... Smell the jet planes
The dangerous goals and crooked aims
Smell the progress... Smell the dirty money
Smells like shit, this isn't funny

Money

The Godz Must Be Crazy

The Demigodz

The Godz Must Be Crazy

now
I throw down with you half-ass rappers
And stuff your garbage rhymes inside trash compactors

[Louis Logic]
I'm a Demigod, what'd you expect? From