Lyrics:
What is the system that gets around
Recruits hearts with its timeless rhythm
The young glow but old men know
It's all a part of some crazy schism
back in your throne, turn off your phone 'cause this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64s, PlayStations
Weigh up Henry with precision, few herbs
Polaris
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
My systems locked in on military gluttons
I rule on land, air, and sea
Pass judgment on humanity
miles high above your bed you sold your system
You sold your system
Now couldn't you have found a better time
To let it drift away from you?
When in
a Christmas tree, your ass get lit up, uh (lit up)
I think I can see the solar system, yeah (Dexter, fourteen)
Yeah, I be so high I can get up (get up)
I
Ouu ouu ouu (Eyy)
Ahh uhh (Yeah yeah) and
Laa laa laa (High street boys)
Ha haaa
Ouu ouu ouu (Who's ready for?)
(A new season) Ahh uhh
(We still
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
My system locked in on military gluttons
I rule on land,air and sea
Pass judgment on humanity
Winds blow
I'm on my high shit
No psychics
I'm tryna pipe this
She fuck w me, I like it
no main or side bitch
Just options
You oppin'
You gotta stop it
You
delays in our dictums,
Tackle uncertainty, flexing cognitive systems,
Relative estimation, plotting paths with precision,
Productivity spikes, vision's
we twisted, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
System thumpin', the club is jumpin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'till we twisted, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's
Grande Trex to include the be 'Arc System,
in our present event and for all succeeding GT races.
Dragonfly Dragonfly
Satellite
Strike and fight
we twisted, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
System thumpin', the club is jumpin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'till we twisted, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's
Turn your music high System Overdrive
Its going down tonight – tonight
The drinks are taking over the night
The shots I take got me seeing twice
I’m
the reality, that's just life
Blowing it up like dynamite
What's understood, it's undefined
Don't know why but I just get high
This the type of music make
back in your throne, turn off your phone 'cause this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64s, PlayStations
Weigh up Henry with precision, few herbs
A so it go
Smoke the marijuana and get high
Stay above the wickeds and fly
I'm feeling so very good about myself
Babylon ain't feeling good damn
system, light up that optimism
Even on my darkest days
I get knocked down
But I just keep my head up high, high, high
Oh, high, high, high
Stuck
through
Tech evolved, more than meets the eye
We rise high, reaching for the sky
Forget the knowledge, it's time to apply
Code so clean, no need to justify
the system
But it's alright
I'm putting on for Alabama
Got me bleeding crimson
I need a pension for my pens precision
I spit that Christmas
Wrapping gifts
a beacon of light
The Meterpreter, ready to fight
Through firewalls and networks, Meterpreter flew
Infiltrating systems, its mission in view
He exploited
Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone
'Cause this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations
We're paring with precision
Few herbs
Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone
'Cause this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations
We're paring with precision
Few herbs
I be driving in tha car
Session in tha back
Hemi in tha front
Hemi, Hemi in tha front so I
I got the hemi in the front
System in tha back
My girl
Life lines - mapped to a certain precision
Taking up a monstrous form
Pieces of Masterpiece - breaking in thin dust
And this time is now
Breathless
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