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It is cold, airless, forbidding. |
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The very precision of its operation, like a surrealistic dream. |
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We can measure it's movement and depth, |
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but our minds cannot fathom it's spiritual geometry. |
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There are those among who can comprehend it's physical forces, |
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but in the inner structure of our beings, we have not yet digested it's meaning. |
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[Chorus] |
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You get no mercy if you're innocent, |
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no Viagra if you're impotent, |
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no education if you're ignorant, |
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Keep your head though if you're diligent. |
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My finger's on the red button. |
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(Punk) |
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You don't really wind up and start something, |
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You don't really wind up and start something, |
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You don't really wind up and start something, |
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My finger's on the red button. |
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{Repeat chorus] |
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So you want me to **** around and display, |
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mental array of rhymes, metaphors, word play? |
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No Tocky, just keep it rocking 'til the beat stops kid, |
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just spare the lives of the innocent, 'cos someone's gotta live. |
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When I spit it's like a dirt bike, |
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my words take flight, |
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gritty and muddy, Tom-style it's just liiike a box of tricks, |
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a box of hits, tool-box pop your lips, Tom-style, |
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box you in, got the sound box, got you, |
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desire the nanny, in a ring-box, Tom-style, |
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box of chenny, box you up, |
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put you in to storage, with some more shit. |
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I'm getting you dazzled E's, back from focus, |
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I consume the beat like a swarm of locusts, |
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I'm on this beat like a evil parasite, |
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watch me blood up your spinal, I'm in the mood tonight, |
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making moves like Kneivil, jump you with the mic, |
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I'm in the mood to hype, yo these rhymes are medievil, |
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in the mood to fight, yo the evil crew link mate, |
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it's evil nine tonight with the shadowless dark arts. |
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Tripping through the light, lyrics burst and ricochet, |
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I stand up - get slapped, |
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all of you pussies and saps, pansies and twats, |
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shallow characteristics, |
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I got a dropkick for all of you pinpricks. |
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[Sad, lonely, timeless] |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Yo mind-smiths puzzling like Ludo, |
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don't even grab you still yo, |
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taking space even on my own or with my crew so, |
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you know better than to start with some shit bro, |
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grab you like a whirlpool, take you down low, |
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always wanting me to display skills and let it show like Thor, |
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thunderous style, hammering or blows, like barbarians, |
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clubbing down all of my foes, |
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one punch, rock your dome, blood your nose. |
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I got a big-arse stardom with multiple hoes, |
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shorty-ass sprinklers, wet my bulbs yo, |
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blood-sucking vampires think you've gots the go, |
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no no no please don't bite -that's the blow, |
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cos wifey notices that shit, yeah you know, |
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I rock the heat so I can ice the show, |
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moody black beats with hyped tempos, |
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still spitting hard at the land yo, |
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I'm on go, my mind's very alert, |
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I never shirk, prepared to put in the work, |
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mentally running until my head hurts, |
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mental head-splurt, |
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banging out beats that hurt your network. |
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[Chorus x2] |