Letras:
Program The Dead The World

of invisibility Ridiculous and bliss, the world, the world. Orbiting around my face too fast for me to chase, they'er quickening the pace, the world

of invisibility Ridiculous and bliss, the world, the world. Orbiting around my face too fast for me to chase, they'er quickening the pace, the world

fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar And postin' 'Me too' like some brain-dead AOL-er I should do the world

remarkable, the sheath that holds the arguably truest tempered sword in the western world I'm ahead of my time and I'm heading your way a word of warning the world

-the-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet deep I floss my teeth on the Gospel tracks I'm not an Apostle, but I bring the axe to ya back I chew and attack like Crest on plaque After that, your world

like corn liqour I'll take you out this world like you was born nigga Butt naked covered in blood, gaspin' for air Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead

the season, ornamented divine Coded Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky Keep your head up, we represent the real, my nigga dead up Book of the dead

dead raise Round dem up and lock dem up di days Oi Mr Mention Ask Yuhself this question Unno say unno a don man An a unno run the program, the program

Money makes the world go round, dead presidents Summit like a spoon full of sugar to the medicine Necessary evil, slave to the sterling They run the world