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• Artiste: Project Polaroid
• Titre: Talk To The Romans
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"Captain's Log - supplemental. Their entire race was counting on them to wipe out the menace that had held their culture locked in a standstill for centuries. And now they had the help of a starship..." {Phasers armed and ready general?} (Armed and ready sir) [Kool Keith:] Universe... galaxy... the world, the circumfrence {The counterattack will begin... NOW~!} Deltron Major Nelson, cling-on like falcon Norelco Gillette Step to bat like a Met, Mike Piazza I'm poppin a lot of blase-blasah My students come to me and say yes so I am the king of big words Scientific father, transportin Delco batteries Accessories, ingredients for minerals and oil I collect the coil Turn worth, 50 G's My chest can burn off a hundred degrees Flammable mass, when overcast All nucleus is us The ray's comin The sun damage the universal, they feel us Talk to the Romans [x4] The sources compel To jump 335 cars like Kneivel In front of five thousand people Acceleration level beyond the rebel Courtside Viewmaster Anything you master, cast the spellphonic on the rock creator, crystal sonic High ventilation, overmind stimulation Orchestration, devestation No hemisphere, sort the plantation out Altercation, U-L-3, you will see Step in the bar and you will be Talk to the Romans [x4] The baffling symphony, hit the tweeters The delivery expand, the production The beats itself was empty Highs crank the bass, the motivation is astonishing The voice go crispy More newer fake jazz artists try Dizzy, get Gillespie Illustration tough, the circuitry was better The highest of Jupiter satellites, don't test me Let the galaxy hold Stir this like small plane turbulence The hospital feedback, operation urgence The dictatorship, on a foreseen future You ain't used ta, galactica funk I jump in back of ya dunk Talk to the Romans [x4] (You're space happy if you believe that's even conceivable let alone possible~!) {On the contrary doctor, it may be impossible in terms of science; but we're not talking about using science here.}