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waiting, single file
They might be waiting there a while
It might be dawn, it might be noon
It might be, God forbid, next June
The Amazing Mr. Repeat
Puppets, erect
With batteries set
They charge for a while
And fall right into rank and file
When they forget
That we cut the checks
They get really
and computer scientists at ARPANET, led by Robert Kahn and Vint Cerf, began working on a set of protocols that would allow different computer networks
You on my mind all the time, you should know
Its my bad, Im not that good on how to show it though
No new scars baby i follow the protocol
I
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to raise the bar
You ain't gettin
Service wit da celly
Nigga raise the bar
Nigga had sum buzz
For a minute didn't make it far
Lil' dog wannabe
Star call
dey worry me so much coz
Dis new world get one rule
And dat rule
Dey bore me pass everytin
Dey say
No shoes, no shirt, no service
We only respect
off your prints, add it to your map
File that in past, return to the task
I try to stay relaxed, report it back to brass
No one is hidden
You're all I
papes in mad stacks with no gat? I'm cool like that
...and then some
I got styles in my files so I lend some, to the needy
You get up, kid, but you get
The fact is we don't really
Have a cultural protocol for
What to do when we lose a loved one
You have to basically make up that protocol
First thing
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
1ERE VERSION :
Deux agents étant de service
Se baladaient nonchalamment
L'un s'app'lait du doux nom d'Sulpice
L'autre Bastien tout simplement
Tout
emerges through your power systems
Service in secrecy, theories of conspiracy
End times prophecy, round table, freemasonry
The open scheme, forth reich
There's a system and there's you
Running around, you split the person down
There's a system and there's two
Of you running around, you try to file
Talk to me nice
For my respect had to go and pay that price (Yeah)
Won't think twice
Come incorrect, no amends to make right, no
No service (No)
No
À l'épicerie le dimanche
Y'a pas d'service sur le plancher
J'avais pas le cerveau étanche
Quand je m'suis mis à chanter Agadouuuu
Avec un ananas sur
do
Spend time an investment or two
Lost so many ties I think I lost service
Why should I form a connection with you?
Connections with people that's
the fence
Ed Murphy Raw, Persian floor, pigs in the fog
Dogs comin' to search the car
That's ironic how
Every verse just serve the purpose
Of a service dog
methodical, first born in protocol
Sun Tzu provided my lips
Service of purpose to spit death
To rivals my lyrics produce ominous split that
Inside of my
killing mics is my protocol
Double edged sword, pierces like jaws
Theme song, wuh wuh wuuuuh
From the holster make them draws
Glass jaws when in hulk mode,
Paid for no promo
I really am the best
I win again and again
It's the fucking protocol
They waiting on a slip
They waiting on a fall
They could stick
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