I might I'm drifting away Into the ocean So far away I'm not gonna feel The wave of change No I, I'm not gonna feel The wave of change So pretty in
Meringue Sour to the taste And sweet to the teeth Death by saccharination And the criminal charge is the same A chance to tell the crimes of the cruel A chance to wave
He's been taking it easily And then suddenly the moment changed Suddenly, the moment changed, watch it and He has put together a flurry and put the champion
move unseen Apparatus underground Monitor the crunching sound Joey's gone and Georgie's gone Put their best torn trousers on Found a crowbar and a drill
aside nigga here comes the pride Verse One: You can't persuade this brigade Killarmy renegade on this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade Drill
fulfilling antiquated needs Over The Horizon Radar Rhymes Patent number 4686605 I've apologized but I can't change who I am Tried to change the future
from "Children of the Corn" Oh, I must be dreamin' A lady in a nightgown puffing kush screamin' signaled me over, "Psst, you with the waves, I seen you
Verse One:] You can't persuade this brigade Killarmy renegade on this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade Drill more heat than Black Suede,
by any means get cream Nigga mob we is, BX to Queens Give a fuck about the set you screen, the set you ream Cuz when I wave this motherfuckin tech you
it You can dig it, but if you just chain you might catch my drill It's when the lights get dim and the people get quiet While [?] waiting on change People
