| If you could, would you ever fast forward?
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| Or is it dark, like tar on my organs?
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| Getting shot with colours when I ain’t paintballing
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| Fresh like the morning dew before I brought the storm in
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| Bye bye sanity, I see you’re falling
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| Fresh spring chicken waging war, now corpsing
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| Mind with a wing stance, open like DeLoreans
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| Heard my sounds lost, breath stabbing the accordion
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| Accordingly, I brought the water forth to the debauchery
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| Fourth degree murder, I wake when the forces scream
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| Unsustainability’s flying down the river stream
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| Trying to find the sweetness in the pollen when we kill the bees
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| Please, all I really wanna do is breath, but the chemtrails are filling up my
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| lungs' capillaries
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| Radiate the soil, pesticide the food we eat, whilst Monsanto go and try and
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| patent every single seed, make organic living illegal and stop us planting
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| trees
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| Shit is fucked up, bruv, feels like I’m losing sleep
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| Whilst I’m doing that, there’s toxins creeping through your mother’s sheets
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| Mind-numbing fluoride in the toothpaste when you brush your teeth,
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| plus it’s in the water killing intuition and your dreams
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| Mercury and fillings in the vaccines that they give to peeps
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| While the sheep believe all the news they read, and the TV stays fucking up
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| their frequencies
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| Sort of like the WiFi and the phones that they use to speak
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| Mind set on 'Off' and they believe the advertiser’s speech
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| Working in a job, just to buy shit they don’t need, to pay tax to a man who
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| brings war, death and greed
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| Materialism’s got the whole world on its knees
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| Religion’s just a way to control you, can’t you see?!
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| The motherfuckers waging war in the Middle East
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| The war in Syria is serious, it’s planetary beef
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| Trying to bring the frequencies down when they need to peak
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| I find it hard to see the light in these control freaks, their rein’s soon to
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| crumble
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| Yeah, goodbye, elite
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| At least I know the star beings above have got my back on street
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| More than the guys walking 'round with guns called police
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| Meant to make me feel safe? |
| Really I feel less at ease
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| I’m a natural person, bruv, not an artificial one
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| Five fingers 'round the mic, I greet 'em with the middle one
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| Big grin on my face, pure spliff, I’m billing one
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| Rhyming to myself, that’s a good look, innit, son?
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| In a light, ain’t gonna go like a filament
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| I’m on a trip in a room with an elephant that’s packing more knowledge than
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| every single president
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| Work out in yourself if that’s relevant, I ain’t gonna tell you the answer 'cos
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| that’d be telling, son
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| Are you looking at the truth or perception?
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| Are you looking at the flaws or perfection?
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| Are you on a path of light or misdirection?
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| What’s wrong? |
| What’s right?
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| This life is destined
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| I live by the cycles the way death stores perception
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| Check Tibetan Book of The Dead for reflection
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| It ain’t just black when you die, believe, I’ve been there
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| Flying down the white tunnel, body by the window chair
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| It’s beautiful, I see the whole universe from here
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| I persevere, I never persecute myself with fear
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| Infinite in time like words that I’m speaking here
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| Soul’s immortal, toroidal field stays moving clear
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| Government, try aim your strap and pull it, I said pull it!
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| The EMF around my heart’s field will catch the bullet
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| Turn it into liquid love and make 'em drink the fluid
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| I’m here to bring the truth like Rik Clay and Bill Cooper
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| I wanna see peace, 'cos fighting is primitive
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| Killing many innocent citizens with bazooka, women and children, no qualms,
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| yeah, they’ll gun through you
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| More US troops die from suicide than shooting
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| They know it ain’t right and mind you, they’re losing
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| What they have 'em do for a cure is sniff drugs
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| So I’m swimming like a fish against the current of humanity
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| To bring it all in motion like I calibrate the galaxy
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| Cannabis a cure, we don’t need the cancer charities
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| They know the cures, but they’re not bringing 'em to us
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| 'Cos they’re the ones who make the drugs and then they sell 'em onto us
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| And they’re also selling cigarettes and alcohol as a plus
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| They’re addictive, taxed very heavily, and deadly for us
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| So we aid depopulation when we’re giving 'em our trust
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| My last statement for the people here’s, 'Wake up and live with love
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| Don’t give in to the bug, open to the matrix, one love' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Realisation , by - Fliptrix. Song from the album The Road to the Interdimensional Piff Highway, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп