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Whoa, bitch get out the way! get out the way, get out the way! The year 2003 the party?s over it?s were of time, go for yours cuz I?m gonna get mine. BT? What planet are you from and what is your race? I?m from the planet where the human minds granted, eyes could be slanted, mine caught you red handed. Be warned? don?t be fooled by the tick or tock neither hand nor the clock, check my future shock. Could it be what we came here for, sleep depravation double locking the doors? The transmission outside broke down profusely ticking. ?OILS SICKING? while your brain takes a licking. Media hype dialogue?s then they swipe, the true discipline of none cosmic type. Leads to believe what you see on the screen, where all getting sucked up in Quarantine. Intergalactic gets you thinking I?m spastic, I?m really bombastic, Zen of fantastic. ?Do ya know where your going to, to you know what life is showing you, where are you going to, do you know????..
Truly believe I?m taking it to the streets, Black boots heavy stomping my feet. You?ll have ears when Armageddon rolls round; breaking up your town religiously I?m sound. Be a student of a cracker, that?s blacker than Decker, colorblind is the rapture I lecture. In this life kid, times to short, that?s why were ?rocking to the end of time?.
The perceived is a perceiver if perceived by believers.
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