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War of the replicants Dawn of the predators Perilous Puffing on the tusk of an Elephant Walk with a swagger Talk with some venomous grammar More heavy than Gabba View gamma eye Hands on the hammer right Into the night kitchin Cookin' up with my sex kitten Hooking up with the next vixen And believe me she's a vision of exquisite physical condition Put her in a difficult position Take a break, break a branch off for a little intermission Now let me build and burn silver birch Milk the Earth fill my purse like the Bilderbergs Curse my circumstance I crave nature Live like Rasta, move to Jamaica Waiting for the day that Asaviour buys karakoo(?) Could your lame clan coming through with that bag of loot Puffin' sag aloo with my aggy crew My bad attitude got me this far What you wanna do? Songtexte(scratched) Common: Mother fucker move back Asaviour: Its the big pow wow shake down we break ground Street sounds, basslines bound to move crowds We now control shit from top to bottom Move back, whats your problem? x2 Verse 2: Jehst I'm a regular Joe Dirt Scribbling homework Riddling code words My mission is covert Rhyme with that natural shine like I'm a glow worm Check home girl make whoopee like Goldberg's parents Putting in a rare appearance Loop that man I ain't scared of clearance New cats rapping with no coherence On road your froze, on radio your fearless So, don't approach Bogus personas are crushed 'cos your nuttin but a fucking cockroach (man) I lock flows down To mathematic equations and now, it's a one horse town One trick pony - slain by the stranger Paint the place red, now its hell in your neighborhood Should have shown hospitality, all I got was hostility - I counter attack with tyranny Hook x2 Verse 3: Jehst (Check it) I'm out to smash shit like Greek plates and Make moves independent as free agents Fried egg on the pavements, the streets bakers But we're out to achieve greatness and blaze green acres In the grey staircases, a framework of metal and glass we're encased in Castaway with the waste paper basket cases Washed up Supping a Bud on the blower like 'whats up' Slogans for hard sell Celebrate with my cartel bell With the caramel red bone tone Totally zoning off the indo smoke The stone temple fighter pilot Eyes ultra-violet Ultra-violent - Like Alex at night I move clockwork, cocksure character types Third verse still carries the vibe, from the first Thirst, quenched when you're drenched by the surf my flow serve listeners ride the wave The tidal wave The ital's blaze We stay heavenly Brain still laced with the melody (ha!) Hook x2 (Thanks to Law for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania