Artificial Songtext
von Parley Wang

I spy with my lazy eye
Someones about to die
I testify, by the time I′m done
Tired rappers gon' retire
See sometimes I speak to God
Usually I get no reply
I′m cold, I may as well have no soul
But you should know me
How a hustler know his product
Like a stripper know her pole
Pray the sinner know his soul
How a cook know his stove
Open up your heart
Tell the homeless welcome home
We been left outside together
You ain't never been alone
Pray your spirit never breaks
and your limit never reaches
Momma took me to church to listen to the preachers
Now we the new teachers


We the new Rockstars
We were on a journey when
We turned heavy metal into gold, momma!
That's the alchemy of soul, momma!
You said I′d reap what I sow
I got the cream of the crop
They swing from the chandelier just to shine at the top
But how I make this shit go down with no flushing toilet?
Blew my cash on substances I could have fed a hungry kid
I′m guilt-driven
Still innocent as a hundred kids
Till otherwise proven
I remain the wheels to the movement
On this mission I have packed my ammunition In the
form of principles that's designated for precision
Ask Mr Selwyn, we would never sell to win
May the powers manifest my premonition
It′s true that I was destined to be huge
Way before Vusi Leeuw
Watch me go interstellar for my groove
The same kid that had points to prove is back for a part 2
The small still voice says its done for you
Welcome to the war in my mind
Peace in my heart

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