didn't fit in to my father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself left little doubt who was the image of
[Verse 1:] In the beginning, I remember that God made man Crafted in his image, with his own hands Then out of mans rib, came the woman The creatures
a hole, enslaved by emptiness Fist clenched tight, though I'm not alone They're always here, controlling my thoughts Every sense, every sound, every image
numbers dullard thought I control no one Radio controls debt Major Tom up creek Callin ground control A bitch is slave whore port control weak weaponry
at this half ass It's like burning your bridges and buying a mack pass I ain't the best producer or the dopest MC I'm the complete package, illist rap
boget Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle Other retreat to bibles, living holy But currency seem to control
: Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles Livin' holy, but currency seem to control
heart that have been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey robots who control
4's 22 times +I Gave You Power+ God stop my heart if I'm lyin' SHUT THE FUCK UP and stop whinnin' Instinct controls how you think before decidin', so
code of deception I will show ya We live in a designed wicked system The number 13 is consist in Masonic symbolism It represents transformation 12's completes
of the crystalline To see the fine grain, to read the hidden words The context of parallel truth - Devoid of fragmentation Our light-induced image
Depraved aphrodisia wars against the soul Fulfilling strategies of complete control From the deep prcess of a darkened mind Twistedly emerge images of
I just didn't fit in to my father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself left little doubt who was the image
je vous en prie aidez moi {Refrain:} Certaines filles peuvent vous rendre dingue, chaque annee apres rupture des mecs deviennent dingues. A l'image de ce monde de fou completement
screen to shut us up and rest assure an obviously panicked media machine is testing the will of a country so unsure mission complete we lost control
that I just didn't fit in to my father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself left little doubt who was the image
the heart that have been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey robots who control
