Eyedea
One
This world is my caveAnd the cave molds the backgroundof a picture painted by you(distorted lyrics that are hard to understand)Hey yo it's time(Yeah it's time)Yeah it's time(Hey yo it's time)Hey yo it's timeIt's time to clean MTV outta your earsAnd listen up like a good studentEyedea and Abilities is here to turn robotic teens back into humansI gotta speak til the facts get heardI collapse the last fractured nerveThis is much more than just your average rapper's wordsPassing verbs and laughter hurtsThe passengers in my head flightDead right if a clash occurs that ass get servedBetter luck next lifeI plaster terms to the wall of shameCause their songs are all the samePlayin, talkin how you platinum on the first record you ever madeAnd the underground MCs these days don't seem to make the gradeLetras de cancionesToo busy bein bitter bout they situationto create a greater way to break their chainsTo that phaseAnd I don't trust the major mutt labelPets talkin dog shitI'll break your neck frame your nutsAnd hang them up in your boss's officeSee me auction off hits easyFor low pricesI flow nicestWrite at night to fight off poltergeistsCatapult adviceThe hopeful light has defied (?) width of the whole crisisSouls like this collide with logic and modestly depositmetaphysical greetingsAnd I didn't come aloneAbilities annihilates the Techs while I wreck the microphoneWe're in your zone to keep your earth warmAnd give you what you thirst forThis is Turntablism and LyricismImperialismFirst Born
From Letras Mania