| Behold the soft cyber caress
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| My television who’s my lover
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| But jealous machines and devices
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| Struggle to find a light switch
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| Followers following, leading nowhere
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| Possible hope of a cyber safe house
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| Looming on the horizon behind us
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| Moving targets, targets
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| Moving targets for the markets
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| For the hopeless hopelessness prescribed — coping
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| Yeah
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| I’m from the United States of Amurderca myself
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| Nah, nah, we post-language, baby, we talk with guns, man
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| Guns keep us safe
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| We don’t imagine past the image
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| What? |
| Please, you know us:
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| We killed love, we killed money, we killed money
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| We killed prince
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| We killed shame
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| We killed hope
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| We killed sex
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| We killed pride
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| We killed style
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| We killed imagination
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| We killed fresh
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| We killed the game
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| We killed air
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| We killed dope
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| We killed dough
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| We killed death (body them, here he comes)
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| Shooting these rhymes
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| Bottling time
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| Falling in graces
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| It’s the coming of age-less
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| Turning the pages (flip)
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| Driving them ape shit
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| Recorded with tape hiss
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| A glitch in the matrix
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| Pay attention close, you kid
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| This the shit don’t got no lid
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| No gangster sound, no pop, no trend
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| My killer beat is not your friend
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| I come to throne to stop these things
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| I drop, they drop. |
| they lose, we cruise
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| I give a fuck about some rules
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| We break em' like we broke Don’s heart
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| I always roll the dice I’m cool
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| Could never follow crowds, too smart
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| I rock a big old jewel king crown
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| My girl be in a gorgeous queen gown
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| The filthier the word spreads round
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| I drown these clowns through my sound
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| Yo it’s going down (down, down)
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| Salute the noble sound (sound, clown)
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| I’ve been around the world ten times
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| I got the milky way crack flow
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| Me and my mother in Rio
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| Focus how I pop these rhymes
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| Lightning in a bottle
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| Rappers, it’s a slaughter
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| Styled up in my parlor (fresh)
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| Dressed up in my armor
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| Constellation squad-up
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| Mashing on the throttle
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| I got pretty daughters
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| All the pretty daughters holla
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| We killed cyber
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| We killed rich
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| We killed time
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| We killed cameras
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| We killed nude
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| We killed space
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| We killed freedom
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| We killed obsessions
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| We killed facts
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| We killed attention
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| We killed the tension
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| We killed parties
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| We killed
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| We killed
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| We killed
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| Clip love to the worldicidal maniacs
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| High off joints rolled off the consumer class
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| Dead dreams
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| Way up at the bottom in the green towers built with the data stones
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| Freaks of fear, drinking tears and stealing years |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to Quazarz, artist - Shabazz Palaces. Album song Quazarz vs. The Jealous Machines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп