Lyrics:
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
Give out
taught
I know you soft, always act hard to cover yo scars
I know we faught but we lost
So I had to slow it down like DJ Screw
Lil red but she came up
under my fingernails stains blue into dark red
I grit my teeth cause I can't simply escape hell
So I'm pulling myself through the dirt day by day
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
fucking graffiti-ing
You need Red Cross, cause you dead soft dog
I'll pop the damn led off
And knock ya' damn head off
I got two whores in a two door
With
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
We're gearing up and taking flight
The late night plane and our bright red eyes
Shooting stars all sail right by
We see no clouds, but we ride
Let's sip on red wine
I heard that gets you open
Tryna get you while it's bedtime
Sit back and let the motion take control
Make love until the next
Twilight hues brushed toward the sky The rivers tune as boats drift by
Tasting the salt the sea's soft song In Tamsui's grip, where I've gone
Stay in
of sorrow deep within your soul
And the dark shredding roots will tear through your veins and skin
Death-ripped by demons
Leaping high from salvation denied
Aye when you building something
You gotta start at the bottom
You are listening to the sound of a machine
Trevis T
Built this
Brick by brick but
I'm racking my mind
Out on my grind, passing the time by
I overanalyze, always looking deep into my minds eye
So what's it today
What can I say
mass of bodies slain
I feel the flames so near
I welcome the pain that rages here
I have nothing to fear
Steaming red hot pistons, hell's machine
behind the wheel (Woah)
One thing about it, I'ma get money long as I live (Woo)
I can't stop at that red light, I can't keep going, I don't yield
I
been a beast
Wildin' in my headphones, red in my stones
Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones
With water, dough, acid and gold classics
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
they should part you out like an old machine
Why don't we share a meal
Instead of sharing needles
I know a little place
That we will never get
OVO, man's so unruly
South by, ride out, no Suzuki
Got the Austin Powers, a man's extra groovy
Front row, jacket tailor-made
Crackhead swag with
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
on my high horse shit right now
You the asphalt, I'm in the sky
All you seen was a foreign machine
If I pull off and ride by right now
I ain't got
unless my cock's soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
[Chorus]
I'm a desperate rado
Didn't take any practice
A desperate rado
Yeah, Machine, what up? This a vibe
Cookin' Soul
Vacation house cost a quarter
Milli' for the week
From rubber bands on the wrist to
VV's on the new
the ghettos
QuakeBy all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old
50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmedMy
Dreams start over the
StoveI ran over the globe
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