| Black Massive Ridiculous;
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| bleeding compensation with my vocals
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| just to flow into the breeding of a space chimp.
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| Hey you, bring it on, I’m spitting on the break of dawn,
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| with hyper human gangsta bluff tryna' get the ache all gone (*?)
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| Now, I break away from mystic mind numb-ers
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| and lazer blast a pack and pacifying space visitors
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| I’m plastic, -*your mothers/brothers get fucked in the mad rif (?)
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| -*you others get fucked in the madness (?)
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| Double cuffed-super minds suckin' on the bad shit,
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| Plastic bionics get dragged into synthesis
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| Next type Disco shit is probably what the difference is,
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| Mind set, super charge a second hand floor pattern
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| Pattern.
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| Pattern.
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| Pattern.
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| Pattern.
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| Intestinal, freak show to compliment the festival
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| Arrested on the spot with all your personal collectibles,
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| this stamp’s going to poison my boys and I-
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| I got poison in my pocket for the relocation of my space rocket,
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| around the globe like a telescope,
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| instead I leave the centrepoint of gravity,
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| to jus' blast them like a poppy seed,
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| Oh! |
| in the field of kings
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| when Kga' Mothlanthe was a president
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| with a fickle please n' proper voice of a friendship (*?)
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| Ahhh I’m tensed up like medieval scientists,
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| or the child you called a hobo, bored of your appliances
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| I’m dining with the best,
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| Dying is just a figment of society,
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| a matter that you bother rapping,
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| claiming your sobriety.
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| Decorate my space ship with fake tits and maces,
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| moved out into space to escape my mothers basement,
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| the earth is kinda boring so I thought I’d dissapear.
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| Here’s a finger for the angels,
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| I’m living in the air
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| joking with the jesus,
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| fuckin' with the demons,
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| turn into a super proud motherfuckin' heathen
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| and cruise around the universe and try to keep it cool
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| and eat up all the children I find swimming in my pool
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| my rocket runs up animals and little children laugh
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| 'coz -my kind can’t be disguised (*?)
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| -I'm underneath the skies (*?)
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| eat a bunch of acid hearts,
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| man I can turn into a unicorn whenever I get bored,
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| and gobble up the problems,
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| and marked men,
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| and goblins. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Origin Of The Future , by - PHFAT. Song from the album Dinosaur Blood!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп