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[Off Topic] Internetpräsenz Langenfeld On the keyboard I programmed this With a mouse click Now I'm gonna flip this shit Hear new sounds in the old sounds I pick When a record spins 'round Slows down Rearrange it Get on the mic and spit Craziness Get a good mix And hand out the disc Do a couple shows Get a press kit Guest spots with the underground stars of the minute Til A&R's come with it First class plane tickets And a cash advance Tell the boss to call of vacation plans Made it to the big dance Big chance Gonna tour with a punk band Get new fans T-shirts by the grand Rhyme Network, man Hoodies and wristbands They can relate 'cause my rhymes hold weight And my drums resonate With the bass People are hungry, they like the taste And I've got more to chew than will fit in a face So consume til you clean off the plate Inside you, blood contaminate Vampire cult gonna stay out late Gonna recruit troops in 50 states And attack We know how to act Disciplined like Trojans Soldiers, focused Never the heat of the moment Patient World-wide global domination Every religion Every nation Signs up for the organization Traditional tactics are useless Who you gonna sanction? Our money keeps their banks active Blood money...
[Off Topic] If you ain't figure it yet I'm here to bomb the set And I don't need a warhead or a fighter jet I got a mind and a mic and an EPS They memorize every rhyme and they don't forget 'Cause I'm Off Topic, I started this The biggest threat to the West since Communists We walked into D.C. with a shopping list They can't intimidate me with a lobbyist I ain't running for shit This is a coup d'etat And I'm a rule by force in this Shangri-La Better call back up when they see the mob Like a South Philly cop during Mardi Gras We got numbers multiplied And we feel no trust where there's only lies So watch us Y'all better recognize We blend in See-through to the naked eye witness Empire evangelist A little more reckless than an activist Need lots more help than a therapist Control myself when the panic hits Like this Code Poet number one Got a flow so hot it could be the sun And I know y'all rock the designer shades But they can't blind you to my verbal rays There's no safe place for my crazy ways So I wander the streets like a rat in a maze I know I'm trapped and it drives me insane So fuck the charade I'm on to the game It's an afterthought I've got a war within Gotta master a few more disciplines Just to keep my brain waves interesting Self-taught I write the curriculum And speak up 'cause I know they're listening Motherfuckers, this is your day of reckoning
