Behold the soft cyber caress
My television whose my lover
But jealous machines and devices
Struggle to find a light switch
Followers follow him, leading nowhere
Possible hope of a cyber safe house
Looming on the horizon behind us
Moving targets, targets
Moving targets for the markets
For the hopeless hopelessness prescribed - coping
Yeah
I'm from the United States of Amurderca myself
Now we post-language baby, we talk with guns, man
Guns keep us safe
We don't imagine past the image
Please, you know us
We killed love, we killed money, we killed money
We killed prince
We killed shame
We killed hope
We killed sex
We killed pride
We killed style
We killed imagination
We killed fresh
We killed the game
We killed air
We killed dope
We killed dough
We killed death (body them, here he comes)
Shooting these rhymes
Bottling time
Falling in graces
It's the coming of ageless
Turning the pages (flip)
Driving them ape shit
Recording with tape hiss
A glitch in the matrix
Pay attention close you kids
This the shit don't got no lid
No gangster sound, no pop, no trend
My killer beat is not your friend
I come to throne to stop these things
I drop, they drop. they lose, we cruise
I give a f*ck about some rules
We break em' like we broke Don's heart
I always roll the dice I'm cool
Could never follow crowds, too smart
I rock a big old jewel king crown
My girl be in a gorgeous queen gown
The filthier the word spreads round
I drown these clowns through my sound
Yo it's going down (down, down)
Salute the noble sound (sound, clown)
I've been around the world ten times
I got the milky way crack flow
Me and my mother in Rio
Focus how I pop these rhymes
Lightning in a bottle
Rappers, it's a slaughter
Styled up in my parlor (fresh)
Dressed up in my armor
Constellation squad up
Mashing on the throttle
I got pretty daughters
All the pretty daughters holla
We killed cyber
We killed rich
We killed time
We killed cameras
We killed nude
We killed space
We killed freedom
We killed obsessions
We killed facts
We killed attention
We killed the tension
We killed pardons
We killed
We killed
We killed
Clip love to the worldicidal maniacs
High up joints rolled off the consumer class
Dead dreams
Way up at the bottom in the green towers built with the data stones
Freaks of fear, drinking tears and stealing years
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Behold the soft cyber caress
My television whose my lover
But jealous machines and devices
Struggle to find a light switch
Followers follow him, leading nowhere
Possible hope of a cyber safe house
Looming on the horizon behind us
Moving targets, targets
Moving targets for the markets
For the hopeless hopelessness prescribed - coping
Yeah
I'm from the United States of Amurderca myself
Now we post-language baby, we talk with guns, man
Guns keep us safe
We don't imagine past the image
Please, you know us
We killed love, we killed money, we killed money
We killed prince
We killed shame
We killed hope
We killed sex
We killed pride
We killed style
We killed imagination
We killed fresh
We killed the game
We killed air
We killed dope
We killed dough
We killed death (body them, here he comes)
Shooting these rhymes
Bottling time
Falling in graces
It's the coming of ageless
Turning the pages (flip)
Driving them ape shit
Recording with tape hiss
A glitch in the matrix
Pay attention close you kids
This the shit don't got no lid
No gangster sound, no pop, no trend
My killer beat is not your friend
I come to throne to stop these things
I drop, they drop. they lose, we cruise
I give a f*ck about some rules
We break em' like we broke Don's heart
I always roll the dice I'm cool
Could never follow crowds, too smart
I rock a big old jewel king crown
My girl be in a gorgeous queen gown
The filthier the word spreads round
I drown these clowns through my sound
Yo it's going down (down, down)
Salute the noble sound (sound, clown)
I've been around the world ten times
I got the milky way crack flow
Me and my mother in Rio
Focus how I pop these rhymes
Lightning in a bottle
Rappers, it's a slaughter
Styled up in my parlor (fresh)
Dressed up in my armor
Constellation squad up
Mashing on the throttle
I got pretty daughters
All the pretty daughters holla
We killed cyber
We killed rich
We killed time
We killed cameras
We killed nude
We killed space
We killed freedom
We killed obsessions
We killed facts
We killed attention
We killed the tension
We killed pardons
We killed
We killed
We killed
Clip love to the worldicidal maniacs
High up joints rolled off the consumer class
Dead dreams
Way up at the bottom in the green towers built with the data stones
Freaks of fear, drinking tears and stealing years
My television whose my lover
But jealous machines and devices
Struggle to find a light switch
Followers follow him, leading nowhere
Possible hope of a cyber safe house
Looming on the horizon behind us
Moving targets, targets
Moving targets for the markets
For the hopeless hopelessness prescribed - coping
Yeah
I'm from the United States of Amurderca myself
Now we post-language baby, we talk with guns, man
Guns keep us safe
We don't imagine past the image
Please, you know us
We killed love, we killed money, we killed money
We killed prince
We killed shame
We killed hope
We killed sex
We killed pride
We killed style
We killed imagination
We killed fresh
We killed the game
We killed air
We killed dope
We killed dough
We killed death (body them, here he comes)
Shooting these rhymes
Bottling time
Falling in graces
It's the coming of ageless
Turning the pages (flip)
Driving them ape shit
Recording with tape hiss
A glitch in the matrix
Pay attention close you kids
This the shit don't got no lid
No gangster sound, no pop, no trend
My killer beat is not your friend
I come to throne to stop these things
I drop, they drop. they lose, we cruise
I give a f*ck about some rules
We break em' like we broke Don's heart
I always roll the dice I'm cool
Could never follow crowds, too smart
I rock a big old jewel king crown
My girl be in a gorgeous queen gown
The filthier the word spreads round
I drown these clowns through my sound
Yo it's going down (down, down)
Salute the noble sound (sound, clown)
I've been around the world ten times
I got the milky way crack flow
Me and my mother in Rio
Focus how I pop these rhymes
Lightning in a bottle
Rappers, it's a slaughter
Styled up in my parlor (fresh)
Dressed up in my armor
Constellation squad up
Mashing on the throttle
I got pretty daughters
All the pretty daughters holla
We killed cyber
We killed rich
We killed time
We killed cameras
We killed nude
We killed space
We killed freedom
We killed obsessions
We killed facts
We killed attention
We killed the tension
We killed pardons
We killed
We killed
We killed
Clip love to the worldicidal maniacs
High up joints rolled off the consumer class
Dead dreams
Way up at the bottom in the green towers built with the data stones
Freaks of fear, drinking tears and stealing years
Writer: Ishmael Butler
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave