Poke Martian Songtext
von Saafir

My sceptic′s anti on the skeptical who jocks
And justify your action, who's your agent?
Second letter cause you′re acting like the charlatan, not
Let's say your Freudian slips on transmissions
Kick J, don't let perpetual lies be the reason why
Treason pays the seasoning on the pessimism in your thoughts
Nigga is your game handle trumps
As teeth men tear up and caught you fronting I picked you from the jump
I take over truth, the plagiarism captivates your vision
Let′s blur your head, swollen craft, you irritate my scrotum
And recognize the pattern of your ways (You′re sweet)
Portrayed on the relay
I'm not the one of yous born every day
No better yet, I′m not one to even take that far
Yo, where's that fucking blue star?