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Thought Machine

Paz, Vinnie & Tragedy Khadafi
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Cry out when the pain is greatest No Hittite warrior cries out in pain There? Yes It's as I fear Lord commander, your skull must be opened and the evil removed with a knife Is this an Egyptian plot? To murder our commander at a time where... At a time when you're planning war on Egypt? It was you that brought me here from Babylon my lords, I take no interest in your plans, I have no country. Egypt least of all Messiah mind, flyer wise (?) reading higher signs Lobotomise, we rack guys my style minimise Sublime with a killer strut, modern day (?) For all those chasing the bag and choose to live it up What, hah, give it up In the streets feeding us In this world you either make motion or your life is stuck Born inside the crack era, y'all not as deep as us Youngins that embrace guns and darkness when the evil touch Yeah, form a deeper lust No one you can seem to trust Cold hearts, playing their part slugs through evil stuff Yeah but I ain't got all the answers It's a salute when you were dancing Life is a high-stake gamble that I learned to take a chance with (?) features on my pivot, emperor stances Khadaf (?) is highly impeccable advanced with Dodgin' government drones, hiding my face from cameras Salute the fans and supporters who learn to always stand us Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep Eat it like God (?) be Harder artistry for the streets Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep Eat it like God (?) be Harder artistry for the streets How this dumb motherfucker try say that he God He light work for me just another day on the job And them (?) gonna say he a slob And these guns symbolise God, day that he die It's lights out pussy whenever the savage bang Six hours spin his fucking body like a baggage claim It's all big pistols on me, nothing on me light And the silencer is looking like a muffler on a bike If we ride then the only one that's living is I And it's bodies everywhere like (?) I'm really living life homie you just living to die And my hit is heavy (?) visitin Jah In other words we just looking to kill I extended the invitation so I'm footing the bill His heart beatin' fast comin' out of his chest And it's more than bars pa cos it's how you finesse Battiman Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep Eat it like God (?) be Harder artistry for the streets Nocturnal scope on the mic, flamin' we start heat Harder artistry in the booth so pardon me Upper echelon making it hard for y'all to sleep Eat it like God (?) be Harder artistry for the streets