Paroles de Making Planets
EDAN:The true blue fate with an artificial calendar, I be the balance of the chancellor answer,
the dance floor dominator/flavor complicator, accomidate a greater rate of data fantasia
the soul of a giant; I'm bold and defiant, my science electrify the unplugged appliance
shoot my television, walk outdoors, and explore, with the innocence of kids age four
I frolic in the sand with a colony of ants, my particles expand building oxygen in plants,
from Rakim to Cash, to Lakim Shabazz, I'm logically advance with the knowledge of the past
motivate a girraffe, wrote a page-and-a-half, known for paving a path, and the waves with a staff
the music is rap, my favorite color is math, the plan of attack is bless a planet with wax,
the caterer, the Darth Vaderer, the cross-fader; you should never be afraid of the harm from armed laborers
we stay patient as we lay the foundation and ascend the composition for the future generations...
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(Transition)
MR LIF
Let me introduce myself, it's Stealth
You see nothing; you stepped into my realms of final suffering,
Chaos is turned into seance and burned
calculated versus estimated, spirituality earned
worms leaking out your orifices sort of vicious,
you picked the portal which is filled with wars and witches,
take out your spell cast, hell's fast, needles and torture rags,
torsos hacked, do you want all for that? When God took a day off, I had him laid-off, all week, you wanted concrete to remain soft
Salem's Lot's my vacation spot, often hoppin' out of coffins steady rockin' while you rottin'
rollin' with a big gang of brothers with fangs, megadope, use a telescope, I'm keepin' my swag...
(Outro)
from Rakim to Cash, to Lakim Shabazz, I'm logically advance with the knowledge of the past
motivate a girraffe, wrote a page-and-a-half, known for paving a path, and the waves with a staff
the music is rap, my favorite color is math, the plan of attack is bless a planet with wax,
the caterer, the Darth Vaderer, the cross-fader; you should never be afraid of the harm from armed laborers
we stay patient as we lay the foundation and ascend the composition for the future generations...
...
(Transition)
MR LIF
Let me introduce myself, it's Stealth
You see nothing; you stepped into my realms of final suffering,
Chaos is turned into seance and burned
calculated versus estimated, spirituality earned
worms leaking out your orifices sort of vicious,
you picked the portal which is filled with wars and witches,
take out your spell cast, hell's fast, needles and torture rags,
torsos hacked, do you want all for that? When God took a day off, I had him laid-off, all week, you wanted concrete to remain soft
Salem's Lot's my vacation spot, often hoppin' out of coffins steady rockin' while you rottin'
rollin' with a big gang of brothers with fangs, megadope, use a telescope, I'm keepin' my swag...
(Outro)
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