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lirik lagu the shape shifters (usa) - appoca-palooza - crop circles (outro)

[intro: awol one]
who’s mic is this, i’s mic?
hahaha
what?
it’s recording? ight

[verse 1: awol one]
it seems that i’m only happy when you’re sad
i’m only feelin’ good when you’re feelin’ bad
i recorded my demo over your promotional single
you’re two~faced you should be bilingual
all washed up like syringes on the beach
it’s a small world like minnie mouse’s v~g~n~
i got your back like i’m walkin’ behind ya
tossed up like a dyslexic beetle
you was jealous it’s all your fault
and you’re a famous star like carl karcher in a wh0rehouse
the doper you keep bragging you are
the more that it gives me doubt
roaches check in and thеy get smoked out
we’rе in tailspin like baloo on sherm
i’m a re~run wreck, my favorite color is beets
under my breath i rock rhymes in my sleep
you’re played out like airbrush jeans
i’m on the dl like smoked out cops blowing rings
how dare you infest my radio, it’s wack raps
if i had a gun i would bust your thinking cap
i would hang it out, a order sign on your mind
plug it in my box, plug it into the wall
and take out ’em all
my twisted appreciation is that i got
do you got this stomach to hold all this rot
[verse 2: die young]
i roam the streets sat~rday night like gotham
to bruce wayne i remain to use no disguise to hide my identity
sightings of mcs who swat teams are called upon relied on
it’s pitch black yo, you need some lighton
i rock my microphone towards the mic cord
you wanna hang newsman? write your will if you feel
i don’t rock the cradles i rock crates on blind dates
on first dates i navigate my rhymes to planet rock
[?] you’ve been blinded by the rays that be going through your shades
5 days later bloodied up and bruised in hills of arizona 75 alive i arrive

[verse 3: ak~ma]
arriving on arrival, surviving from survivals
mcs keep on sounding like the rivals
dressing in glamour rock camouflage, livin large
you ain’t hard, rapping in the studios, i rap in a garage
i’ve seen the future, learnt from the past
but i’m in between all of the class
with a steel~toe boot up in your ass
time is now to break the glass
pop the cake, crack the egg
go on stage and break a leg
rehe~rs~ if you ain’t up first
drink your brew to quench your thirst
smoke a cig and kick your verse
just kick your verse and kick your verse
[verse 4: mek one]
sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
periodic stages of mcs in cages
’cause i engrave these here rhymes on stony pages
pave the way from the day of marks in clay tablets
rhymes are like habit
sh~t, i gotta have it
my style comes equipped with navigational conduct
structurally conducive ’cause the side has been abusive
your rhymes have been labeled irrelevant
my diagnostic instruments can study mcs with efficient intelligence
to all you chumps
i represent three prominent scientists
so if there’s no penalty — there’s no compliance
when i’m droppin’ science
so let it be dropped

[verse 5: bleek]
i hold the mic for hostage until it serves my purpose
even got the secret service nervous
slipping in the own sweat till i jet
slip between the lines
covering footsteps, cutting all angles
heading to the city of angels on my train of thought
and la is land of faults
citizens and plates of rock
relieve intension and pressure
k!llin’ all the children of a lesser god
caught up in a mixture
unravel the scroll and quote the scripture
’cause a dope verse is worth a thousand pixtures and fixtures of light
flashback
so stop ignorin’ the cracks that are formin’
rippin’ holes in granite
tryna save what’s left of the planet
so don’t approach, ’cause we’ll be here to the last day of the roach
even to the day la falls into the bay
you can call me bleek
the one that got away~ay~ay~ay
[verse 6: radioinactive]
old~school rhymes with toad school
a lilypad being the perfect target for the landing of a flying tree frog
living next to the royal moe onto the daughter of king’s thing
this hamlet being an accumulation of all that is urban and all that is not
but i remember when i bought a cap similar to that of davy crockett
a baby’s pocket is not big enough to keep a pocket size rattle
due to the lack of well~paying hip hop jobs
multicultural people of competitive spirit will always up to battle
cattle continue to be branded into a category
surrounded by industrial pimps
reminding the mind of a common farm hand
with that of a futuristic digital tractor
this is a one~night stand with sweaty ugly women
where it’s continuously the day after
groundhog has emerged from the hole
yet he is blind and unable to see a shadow
i could even scribe this rhyme in braille
yet a rusty nail will still puncture the firestone~like sole of your sneaker
can’t tell us where to go but i can remind us all of where we’ve been
rarely do i descend into a staircase of depression
obsession obsessed the balance of things
talent is merely a spring
and unable to properly operate without the moving parts
and brothers moving hearts of fallen angels illegaly over the border
what separates you from yourself
and that dusty demo of yours which sits upon a shelf
of unemployed professional wrestler wrestling an empty can
of beer, happened to be on sale
like when you were posing in front of my homie’s sailboat
surely a mailman’s coat is complete with black pepper spray
for all those pets who get out of hand

[verse 7: life rexall]
new thoughts are born, transform when i’m speakin’
melodicaly freakin’ airwaves and plan sequence
see, it’s my known secret describing my origin
original in all matters of mind’s design
i’m hard to find, undescribed by human language
too strong of a thought can cause my brain to hemorrhage
sentence me to life of hip hop with no parole
and i’ll walk with a sway everytime that i stroll
it’s my birthright to bless mics if i choose it
born to have sole control over my music
describe what i survive through imaginary figments
[?] all appear like torn ligaments
my testaments are those of factual acts
but when i drop science on domes, how you react?
see on a 4~4 track i can drop lines exact
and turn platinum records to underground wax

[verse 8: circus]
i’m down with the raza, mi vida loca
el pollo loco mi amigo orco, yo
i don’t know are we alone
it came from beyond and overgrown brain
this was a human captive in a jar
take some over show and tell a friend
of the lame and the clinicaly insane
i hang with social mistfits, degenerate dropouts and the outcasts operands
obtain information from the bums and the favorite prophets
say stay in school or they try to fool you and call you crazy
for trying to believe in jesus (had a p~n~s)
h0m~ erectis keep to your g~nius
swollen brain inkheads operated on a higher conscious level
protected by a guardian angel
evaluating educated guess hypothesis reporting here
which plays an important role on a estimated proximity
proportionate of a tremendous perspective
note the following
testing one, two to the degree
today to me it seems mcs are off the hook
take a look in my black book
worm composite sketch
i got a hunch, mcs are out to lunch
back at the launch pad
if a rocketship lands and some aliens try to brand me
or abduct me or come to judge
or hold a grudge against me
’cause i’m some other color
please place me under a sentence and arrest
’cause of just another government cover~up

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