Lyrics:
the air
Preying on your luck
kinda squeamish feeling like jello
I'm in quicksand right up to my elbows
circuits firing all up in my main frame
cursing in
a lamp
Hanging from a distant boat
"It is my light" says Betty X
Betty X says "This light ain't yours"
And so much wind blew through her words
That I
and so forth? [spoken words – Moses Asch]
Well, in the first place, the whole entire family was musicians. And I
started playing when I was fourteen
Cold as the ashes
Ashes of love
The touch and spark
Now it is gone
The time weighs heavy
Slice of my life
Words hang in the air
Like a cut with
Human machine, rage unleash, circuits gone haywire
MDMA in veins, feel the fire, brain choir
Body sweat, scream, it's an internal riot
Bass drop
they use no words
O gladsome light, O grace, O grace
Shine your joyful beams on my face
Wrap me now in your warm embrace
O gladsome light, O grace
road, never did rehearse it
On the janky promoter's tour through the Chitlin' Circuit
Where we at?
Game time
Dre shot his uncle for beatin' his mom
I'm only going forward
And before my time's up, I have a few more words
Fire on the mic & now I'm back on the circuit
Trying my best to go against
to my face?
Yea, you got me fuckin' geeked
The way you short circuit my brain
You don't understand how your words can start a fire
In my heart, I never
word a frozen lake
Oh, sweet darlin', you [Incomprehensible]
Soon, we'll both be eatin' cake
You let me know when enough is enough
When enough is enough
and circuits
I just need a blessing, I really need a crutch
I need you in my soul God, just a little touch
We went from Illmatic to Pill addicts
Ain't that
Plugged In To The Circuit,
Ring Leader Of This Circus,
Spin Blocks Make Circles,
All The Bros Broke Laws,
Never The Word
Or Bond,
Only My Word And Balls,
all in the past like human rights and circuit city
The pay so nice, the yay so white, the words are pretty
Wish I could just text my mom for her to get
birth
Though no words are actually spoken
Still their voice resounds, unbroken
It carries to the ends of the earth
In the heavens, God gave the sun its
me-e-e-e-e
A perfect man, but first drive a cement stake
Right down the middle, of this four letter word for bein' in the middle
Like a pro, like a pro
You
and who's winning em
Sometimes the right words don't surface
Shut up pretend it's all perfect
Brain short circuits so
I look into your eyes and I don't
Matrix rebooting enter the virus Decrypt exotic ciphers
Roll two pair a dice double sixes flying high
Rocket pilots sky surfers word searchers
Cross
Night falls and towns become circuit boards
We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving
From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares
Their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun,
5 which is as a bridegroom coming out of his room,
Like a strong man
Your heart is more than a machine
Pumping blood through your body, doing things you've never seen
Their words come like arrows when they fly
With
cracker
Don't make me run
If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words
Of Rodney King "Can we all get along?", huh cause niggas
Christmas cracker don't make me run
If you know the moral to the words of this song,
What about the words of Rodney King "Can we all get along?",
Huh cause
Fuse with me like a circuit if its real love
Look at me, feel electric with this new buzz
I stand so protected in your old shirt
Shatter me with
circuit you won't find your man
Peek through the pines see what you find
I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you
Inspector Toschi is
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