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Mystik Journeymen - Right Now lyrics
f/ The Grouch You ever think that we live on the planet? .. Fly.. with.. me.. Mid-night breeze.. over trees.. Breathe.. emancipation of your mind Liquidation, incrimination of a, false nation Two thousand millenium occupation black poet on the run Track translation information dictation wasting masons Lacing the world with, pseudo-supremacy Alien residency, blue collar presentry Wu-Tang inhumane two thousand chinks came since 1840 main! Objective being selective on Earth's precious metals Stealing newborns out the ghetto, who knew? People thought it was voodoo, ? ? ? The bright shiny ass catapults to Earth, hittin the gas tractor with a blast exploding Earthward fear Knowing we're not the only ones out.. there 1998 we see clear reception on your TV, able to see any place any time cave, lines and four lines In a hundred years time we invented the impossible Orson Welles gospel hostile times lay near The album 2004 video camera digital, that sucks.. humans in Experiment on - Do you know the the fundamentals of a phone How many motherfuckin miles away, still bug your ass at home? While you listen to your favorite CD, do we SEE The magic, or does it brainwash us Feeble, surprised when the alien weevil, soaks our head with A-1 sauce, when you asleep needle, in your neck Trying to figure out what the heck you gonna do now? (Man get down off my damn bed, what the hell is wrong with you?) Right now.. (3X) Do you see, what's goin on? Right now.. To say they harass me is just to say the least Police and mo' money disturb me in my sleep Very unclever ways to get paid by lucky, government detectives and agencies they hunt me, so funny how I never thought credit would just slump me, scratch that bank account No chance of me stackin, I'm livin out my pockets Spending on a trophy, thinkin how they laughin Saying, "Damn he owe us money," talk BULLshit Walkin these thoughts through Central Park Trying to get these records off, mashin through the dark Ages of the populous, popular we ain't Officers sent up with fresh paint, or new shit Just tracks getting ripped And reputations built like spots, when, you turn around and the shit's a fucking highrise, building longevity Sky's the only limit, _Destiny is Success_ like a tape tossed at cannibus duck, the univited come with scorching heat seeking out, leaking out to the rap books of those who peep it out, and buy it Right now.. Do you see do you see, what's goin on? Right now.. Do you see do you see, what's goin on? Right now.. Do you see see, what's goin on? Right now.. Parent thee I create in the state of open-mindedness Hopin you findin this to be the finest, timeless piece of clockwork to emerge on the verge of nabbing your attention grabbing due respect, it's true so check out the background we put it down to fat sound acknowledge greatness in solid, shapeless form, expression performed Discretion, for more to be advised We utilize controversy, forever at the mercy of none First we be done, now you see the motion set forth by devotion to the sport that I'm coaching When the whistle blows intial flows stun you Really just a young crew havin fun too, we ready to run through This industry offending me on the daily Knowing that my talent comes as often as a comet named ... Baby feel the blanking, cause everyone's an emcee RIGHT NOW despite style.. cracking a tight smile Greasing palms, each embalmed with bullshit Who'll get never past the present, disappear when I rule this Can you see it? |
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