Lyrics:
looking less special
Don't carry the same weight
As when you were on this level
You, work in progress from 40 projects, God bless
An inspiration
where everybody watch you
Straight hair, high heels and a handbag
Crucifixes, racism and a land grab
Katrina, FEMA trailers, human body sandbags
woulda pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects
Watchin' them older niggas pass pot and they
on it
One match, we set the world on fire
One match, we set the world on fire
It’s the art of war combat
Every move is high tech
Human Terminator nigga,
like a preacher who's sinned
I'm only human but the world has put me on a platform
Since the day I was born
To only wait for my downfall but like
ties
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, oh
I'm so grateful, all I need is love
To the Lord above
G6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects
Eight balls,
he must
What's the combination that can make a human erupt
Team leaders gettin mutinied up, who couldn't read
the signs, thinkin the day and times
their couples
Four races Humanity in process
Genesis project
Final phase
With just a breath of life
Intelligence
Entered code
They were grafted in
silence
In this picture you´ve painted the beauty of agony
I´m just a visible ghost my so-called life is a lie
For me the sequel is clear
Sourceless, rythmless, heartless.
I scan the desert.
Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there.
As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible
the Lord
Eternal light of men came to give sight to men
The same light that shines blinds men
Who in their own eyes are wise men
Fallen in their human
I crossed the jungle to the Nasca lines
And found myself on ancient runways
Sacrifice...abandoned by the Gods
Human life...Who will remain?
Who
Are formed sharpness becomes visible
The mummy cloths expose an ancient beast
Kill for the human desecration of my body
Doomed from the wrath
of the hard-knocks, pan-psychics sit on the block
And attempt to talk to rocks
In the projects where they harvest the human crop
Organic robots that bleed when they
it
Wagin war within the matrix, it's hard to see
Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places
We runnin in these human races, bucking naked
where everybody watch you
Straight hair, high heels and a handbag
Crucifixes, racism and a land grab
Katrina, FEMA trailers, human body sandbags
A peace
Creed
Different variants of me every project, see?
Half robot all down her right side, that is Cyber Bitch
She is from the program, but half human like me
don't even know the sequences to the Human Genome Project
You haven't come to terms with your God yet
And you refuse to believe in Unidentified Flyin
Sayonara
To the old meka. trying do it by His hands
See trust me it's useless
I am flawed and I'm a human.
I don't know what is best
I say that with my
philippe Herman
(Thugs) , Harlem Désir (Thugs)
Alain Juppé (Thugs)
All those I cited have been condemned
And it’s the people of the projects
That they
her
Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
Who the one to entertain and fume with?
Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with?
Reefer
Brothers from the housing authority!
(Naked roaches and stank humans, unhygenial ruins)
[Dr. Dooom]
Rappin out warlord, Dr. Dooom, from the Bronx
every evening)
Brothers from the housing authority!
(Naked roaches and stank humans, unhygenial ruins)
[Dr. Dooom]
Rappin out warlord, Dr. Dooom,
To better ya, for any chick you want, I'm gettin' her
Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
Who the one to entertain and fume with?
Who you know breed humans
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