I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch This little short young niggas in them caskets You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass
oh, let's go, one time For my Machine Shop crew And then it's two times S.O.B. and L.P. too And then it's three times It's Mike and Sixx on the track
from your own mind What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all mine Y2K year two thousand is when they go blind Shut down machines
's working in the slaughterhouse Said he's living in the hood, but he wants to get his daughter out Slipped off a ledge, and fell into a machine Another dead immigrant, that's
maybe I do Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter I mean absorbing attention's a must You don't wanna
E T H O D man Hey you get off my cloud Let me get raw with my southpaw style Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba It's the Meth Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha Monk on the hunt for machine
(?) (Marty's evil chuckle) Walking in the wilderness with my pale sister Magician among the spirits I said how much I miss her Jackson on the slipstream, he's
a car straight under a light that's burning? Prepared by your soul for all the secrets you're holding. Step back in time machine for a mind that's frozen
little facts "Well you know, smoking takes ten years off your life" Well it's the ten worst years, isn't it folks? It's the ones at the end! It's the
a drum machine You gotta find a better way I'm pullin everything from your car to your resume Cause I don't play clown I'm tryin to get mine That's why
like a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat On 139 street, Malcom X Boulevard It's full of hard brothers that's
Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud They can
, small hands make patterns on the window. Body shifting on wood, dog outside the door, flickering memories as trains maneuver in the old men's eyes.
the glowing lights it's grown Can it feel human love? Though what would waste a drop on such a thing? Mindless abomination Hideously destroyed today Machines