Africa Bambaataa. Feel the rhythm of the Africa Bambaataa. Are you ready for the new age?. They are setting the stage. . For the renegades. To control your mind.
Earth, what a sufferation, yeah, sufferer.. I would rather live my life as a poor man,. Than to live inna corruption,. From when me born me grow in sufferation,.
A million guys they want free style. There will be no blows not freestyle. This style is not free. This style is expensive, alright. Old type jokes. Love me self I possessed.
It's not going to be a hit. So why even bother with it?. It's not going to be a hit. So why even bother with it?. Just lay it down and forget about it.
Afrika Bambaataa. Feel the rhythm of the Afrika Bambaataa. Are you ready for the new age. They are setting the stage. For the renegades. To control your mind.
How many bridges can they burn, till we turn?. How many lives can they take, till we break?. How many dreams tells lies, till we rise?. How many visions will they burn, till we learn?.
[Verse1]. My nigga trying to feed his daughter from the state pen. Shooters on the payroll - I just say when. When you busy making money- hard to make friends.
[Intro:]. . Hit the club- T'up with my squad- get my mac on/. Girl you gotta body I would drop a couple racks on/. Way you talking to me- we can be each other's backbone/.
[Verse:]. . We haven't spoke in six months/. You see me rolling up blunts/. You see this drank in my cup/. . You think I'm caught in this mess/. Before you judge you should just wish me the best/.
She bad, don't you see that ass on her. She bad, I would smash and never pass on her. She bad, throw this cash on her. She bad, she gone make me spend my last on her.
The moon and the stars. Are the gift someday. The moon and the stars. Are the gift someday. . The moon and the stars. Are the gift someday. The moon and the stars.
Falling in. Six hours from morning. And falling in. Sink me off to, sleep. . So come along within, ahh, uhh. I think it's time to let me in. I'm tipping my foot very close to the edge, edge, ahh.
No-one looks at me, how they looked at. me. No-one talks to me, how they talked. to me. And it feels so strange,. Now that we are three.. Nothing is the same as it used to be..
Below these planetarium skies. I run towards you. The horizontal bunjy pulls me back. Though I adore you. . They say that we will never know it. Unless we surrender to it.
There's just one thing that I need to say. Before I close my eyes and walk away. There's just one thing that I need to feel. Before I walk away against my will.
In the wake of it all. I thought I heard a jamboree. I was fixing a fall for singing stars like tambourines. I was coming off all rosy. There's a fire storm and it's closing.
do you remember,. what we did last night,. I don't really care who you are,. you're stranger. . do you remember,. what we did last night,. I don't really care who you are,.
Lateral to neural code,. [beamed into the]. saturated universe.. . Fragments were once bristling,. reoccuring, quivering.... . Lat-RL2 newer L-code,. saturated you in verse..
After all arriving omnicron,. rising from the seething data-pool.. . Glimmering with droplets of illusion.. Seeping through the fabric of nothingness..
Cosmic Sludge. by Psyberdelix. --------------. Theoretically pixelated, degenerate illusions.. Unsettling multi-color, heuristical, crystalline.. . This is brand new party. Its not the same old story..