Lyrics:
this?
What world is this?
On Cracker Island it was raised (hey, hey, hey, hey)
By the collective from the grave (hey, hey, hey, hey)
It only came
will we find, when we all will die?
Collective, this is commander ziltoid the omniscient reporting
Greetings, ziltoid what is that strange
The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:
like making paper
If I’m feeling down she gon get me up
I be going up
I can’t stop til n*ggas really up
Polo by the colors, every month Ima switch it up
what I feel know that love involved
Been through so much up in this shit so I'm never appalled
Trying to stop the collective from getting collected calls
could become president one day but nobody wanted to tell me what to say I stay up all night watching loads of cooking shows even making sausages out
me
Bars go up and down but never open
Refresh that fucker that's always broken
Rather just run off in the open
Take off in my moped out in the open
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
the best microphone this studio has available"
I said, "But that microphone
Is what politicians use at press conferences"
Then I woke up from the dream
and shame
New ambitions and new gains
Linked by webs of frequencies
Imagine just what we can be
Imagine just what we can be
As a collective
Keep our earth
they all look much the same
They might be ferocious or tame
They may make the same sounds
That's when we call them
By their collective nouns
A crash
Throw your hands up in the air
And wave like you just don't care
Say, you deserve a break today
Oh yeah, work that body, work that body
Make
Did you not get the message?
Toe to toe with any man
Thinking that he on the plan
For the record, for the record
Stacking the chunes like Tetris
Up
because you overdosed…
You just die.
And that you can still have fun,
I mean I’m not fucking sober,
I get fucked up, man, let’s keep it real.
I get super
Throw your hands up in the air
And wave like you just don't care
Say, you deserve a break today
Oh yeah, work that body, work that body
Make
rat, wanting it back, like rabbit
Like dang-nabbit, I was tackled by a fraction
Of what I've felt, so I walk on and number up all my arms,
Yeah. cnd do
that
But peep
I be fucking hoes everyday of the week, bitch
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
(What? What's up? What? What?)
What the fuck you
One by one
the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and
sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble
Eriel remained. The spectacle that
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
and I can tell that we on
This ain’t a flex this just a vision you can’t tell us we wrong
The flush collective stay objective come and see what we on
This
We are spaced out perspective with a sense of separation
Strung together by the collective
And the dream world is like the soul world
What if nothing
everywhere
Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care
It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back
That makes the world go 'round
What's that
the vine
To incline the evils you leave behind
Such a blessing these lessons
That has me moany by testing
This is an open confession
I've been collective
knew me
Watch my name ring bells
Call me Santa
Life is nice to me
That's why I'm nice to you
Haven't even set up Netflix
Cause I'm real
I care more about
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