Lyrics:
so I'ma sing a song to you
You're either friend or foe, so whatcha gonna do
Cause I'm
(flowin in file with a new style) -- 2X
In
Uh Swag
Swag (You already know what it is)
Swag (Misofuyiun Entertainment baby)
Swag
Swag (File file file)
Yeah yeah (File file file)
Yeah Sossick
overboard
Our brains got wires
Ripp them out
Decode and corupt the files
With paperswords we still stand
Before the fire
Ooooo
Our brains got wires
Ripp them
I'm standing with the rank-n-file I'm marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
let my imagination go and drop me where
you how
Line me up in single file
With all your grievances
Stare but I can taste
You're still alive below the waste
Ripples come and ripples
lover
Who'll love her as much as I
I like big butts and I can not lie
Letting the days go by
Three hundred megabytes of hard drive
Watching X-Files with
I’m Mr. Unexplainable just like the X-files
A rarity among the commonplace the one percentile
Live from the cul-de-sac with eyes on the penthouse
Arrive to pay respect
Marching single-file
We're marching single-file
With a grievance
We won't let slip
Your open casket
The boys were dressed
In
uk slangs
Still wanna live in a penthouse
Forget that we local
Send the files with xender
Boy you see that lassie
Meet her she just peng
teeth
Oh no, I won't let her leave
Oh babe I've got a file with
Dreams about you
Hoping during the daytime
One would come true
I toss and I keep turning
There is no retry in this game
But you still got a file with my name
Cyber Rain
Warning, warning
Emotion system alert
Several damage incoming
Warning,
Can't end my culture
Untouched suited vultures
Single file with a single mind
Staring at a single charge an alleged crime
How could it how could
that hate that runs to you
Can you feel it too
If you wanna lie to me
You must change the file
Play your games
Be with your jerks
It will be just fine
Way too sober
Stuck on 35
Keep that heat in the ride
Mp3, Wav files
Hips on the side
With some lips that I like
Used to speak from the heart
Now I'm
Circuit boards and corrupted crashing files
Cyber Punks
(With their)
Coded style
(Wrapped in)
Tangled chords next to cigarette ash in piles
Cyber Punks
(And
growing more and more
Rank and file
Minions marching
Rank and file
March with the overlord
Rank and file
Notches keeping score by these veterans war to war
Lent you outsiders and my new Badu
While you were thinking I didn't have a clue
Tough to sort files with your voice in my head
So then I bribed
my sights
Just to get struck
I walk away from the rank and file
With a punched out mouth
And a pack of style
I say, she's the one she's
chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin X-Files with no lights on,
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
when we was leavin' out the goddamn door
Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore
I let the fool file with a diss or two
But the nigga kept
the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watching X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in
open, you can't lock me out
Pint of red, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files
Let's go to bed, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files
Four lil' niggas with K's, I
the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watching X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in
destabilization and
Outta curiosity she wanders from her station
Inside a unlocked office she did some investigation
She breaks into a file with top secret
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