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Task Force
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Found A Way
Farma G：
I spend my days throwing rocks at a brick wall, symbolising getting no where fast as my crying call,
im like a universal outcast and nothing but words quenches the thirst of a space surfer submerged,
at worst I brang the starburst and drove around the galaxy in a psychedelic curse in search of earth,
and landing in the centre of a bad trip, I flipped the world of its axis just for practice
I juggled as i wrapped spliffs backwards and awkwardly fell from off my scene into the middle of my mattress,
you kids aint got a fucking hope in hell, 'cus in the shadows theres the reason why you're here and why your scheme will fail,
we are the McBain masters of the universe for you to fly the flag for all eternity has just occurred
worthless of the brown muddy turf that your sinking in the vision is invalid if you're tryna see the things we've seen,
and im chasing apparitions for a living, the unforgiving form of exorcism man my mission is to rid the world of peter pan and let you know my evil plan of tracking crappy rappers down and string em up and let em hang,
they call me Farma and im always in the mood for more, so suckers say the word and we can all prepare for war,
and i'll be there as they lay you to rest, watching as the rain pours down on your casket
Chester P:
CHORUS:
Is this a scheme from the scenes of a warped mind?
Is it a dream or an encounter of the fourth kind?
Is it a fact we are lost yet we paved the way?
Is there a pill that I can take to make it fade away?
Is there a person who can really tell me what it means?
Am I officially obliged to sit and rot in schemes?
Is this a joke on us and everyones about to laugh?
And is it certain to be certain that you've found your past?
Chester P:
Dying isis of tomorrows world,
twisted metal grips the future as the misery will reoccur
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daily visions of tradition in a wishing well
feeling smitten slowly walking in a spinning blur
dirty money talking dirty to my weaker side
early bird tweaker unreserved 'til the speaker dies
did you ever think of anything apart from this
creeping up your intellect as fast as I can grant the wish
feral minded intervention of a godless land
detonation sends a tremor that'll jog your hand
is there a sect that I can join? is there a pact here?
Is there a place where I can go to subtract years?
Will someone tell me what the fuck im gonna say now?
Knowing all deceptions are accepted in the playground
im just a neo-headed cancer with a dragons heart
standing to attention every time the dusty cannon sparks
the many minds of many voices in a silent zone
living like the dead in a government retirement home
will someone tell me what the fuck I oughta think please
knowing all the places that a little drop of drink leads
im just a neo-headed cancer with a dragons heart
standing to attention every time the dusty cannon sparks
is there a special branch of thought within the dirt here
should I be grateful just to celebrate my worth?
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