Lyrics:
Sweating my failures, accepting defeat
I'm singing the same old song every second I breathe
So leave me your messages at the sound of the...
Stuck in
try to second-guess and question if I can
Flowing knowledge, wisdom, power, don't you understand?
I educate and radiate and motivate fam
Showing
nothing to mess with you ain't get the message (Message)
Understand me clearly I wanna ensure they fear me want them to go and rewrite they music when they
in a day be like forty seven
I wish that evil gets overcome by good
I wish Somali kids died of too much food
I wish we all practiced the golden rule
I
smoke
Don't second guess this shit, I'm gon' blow (pussy)
Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'
Chop a nigga up, then put him in the lake
parents got hit
Hard with recession lead to more aggression that’s when the depressants appear I had no
Regard for the message I was livin reckless lost
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
music
This my therapy don't ask me why I fucking do it
It give me clarity on things I know I fucking ruined
Self influenced by dreaming lucid
And meeting
race escaped to space
They were chased by flyin phenomena to the lunar base.
Flotillas and space centers lasers probe the entrance
D.N.A code
and love
I seat back and relax you know, I stay cool in my zone you know
Every second precious on my Rolex, I play the game by the rules you know
I write
to blast off hyper boosters
Flow so cold like it comes from a glacier
Rhyming to the beat comes like second nature
Smoking on some pounds by the mother
Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
High-calorie boggy turbinates
In an attempt to satisfy the
Second part of my quest
I went to the Rough Trade
Shop and, of course, found
No Raincoats record in
the best
Lo and behold..
Every rhyme I write, you gots to chant them
Every song I sing, a national anthem
Is there a message in my music?
If I can do
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
people playing on my phone
Hey, here's a magic message
Read it, and pass it on
For sure, see if it come back the same
Telephone
Me neither
Okay
Don't play
a second I'm reckon
That's prolly why you listenin
To this message, because you need hope
Would you still believe if
The walls tumble down?
If nights start
music pair it with the Mary
Ensnared by the snare and the flare from the
Cherry, yeah and them 808's blaring
Got me looking at the starry sky straight
origin (I'm too violent and I know)
And your music taste (Yeah yeah)
Spread your message (I'm too violent and I know)
Rehabilitate
I ain't gonna stop
to make it
So I figured it out I need to go and take it
Good for me the flour to make the bread
Is from the music in my head
That's why I know I've got
We built the robot, called Voltron
Who will replace the music industry in ten years
We're working on him right now
Everybody sound the same
But when the music takes over, the music takes control
Here's a message to you Rudy and you sir, Mr. Bloomberg and the rest of you ties-too-tight dudes
with
reporters
Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of
A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.
Clear the building,
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