Society fucks with my mind Can this be the end of future time? There is no tomorrow, none that I can see There is no future for you and me Stumbling
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Society f**ks with my mind Can this be the end of future time? There is no tomorrow, none that I can see There is no future for you and me Stumbling
hungry, still hungry Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend But I predicted this endin', back in the day 'Cause I had visions
these people Now the Lord is my shepherd, my flow is respected Worldwide, from the West I got to rep it So please check it, 'cause my style is infected With the virus
the squeeze off my veins Empty box, hollow rocks, I knock you out your frame Shallow grave marks the date, Oh' Babylon the Great Evil virus, be like
your crew in to exactly who done it Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion Optimized computerization virus
unintentional malice Wanna battle one of us is endin up in god's palace Doubt my shit's official, the megatron missile Bio-computer virus with flesh
The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
His mind is the mold Of fearful events A matter of time 'till it's reality The power to see What someday will be Visions of the future Through creativity
is the mold Of fearful events A matter of time 'till it's reality The power to see What someday will be Visions of the future Through creativity
court Smoothen your path before the start Even out fill the holes With the toxic clay of your rotting heart A contagious neuro-ego-disease a virus sticking
, rain is drumming Something is calling me I want to know I have to know I want to know All alone in the night Something is calling me Visions enter
of the man's-LIFE-is a serial killer far too complex to expose any logical pattern, below saturn and mars there are stars dominating the tunnel vision
lost soul LOST IN SILENT GREY EMOTION ON THE ENDLESS MORTAL WAY TO NOWHERE EMPTY VISION DEADLY SADNESS JUST THE FROZEN TEARS OF FALLING ANGELD VIRUS
dome piece is like buildin' stones in Greece My poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak I'm overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm My eye's the vision
And yes I have a gat, snap like a Israeli A terrorist I never miss blowin' up kids daily I step to writers, and let my virus hurt the closest I'm sick
