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Werd lyrics : "Let's Funk This"

Now what you hear is not a test,
I'm rapping to the beat not to impress,
I try to express and invest in text,

And perplex those minds I find with stress,
Woooosaaaa people hair, like Medusa,
Slither all up in your face but won't move you,

Stone man, last long like a stone stand,
Got to aim high, even Jesus was stoned man,
'Yeshua ben Yosef',

His real name, in case you didn't notice,
Religion should teach like love and hope it's,
Kind of changed now we think of explosives,

(Boom) A suicide bomber, extremist, follower,
Coming up in coroners, no heaven for the mortar'ers
Just hell in the corridors,

Of White House, parliament, ideals thrown onto us,

Set your alarm it's time to wake up,

We're stuck in the middle of drivel and all judge,
Truth is a riddle but simple it shows up,
We all just look, listen, learn, touch,

Hurt, shows we fail so much,
Since birth, manipulated on earth,
We, lost, touch


I want change, I'm not talking pennies,
Raised in a system that made us all enemies,

Placed in a group to divide I'm telling you,
Together we'd be strong (stronger than this anyway),
If you're different, like for instance,

Every fingerprint in entire existence,
Why do we choose to feel blue and distant?
When really I'm you, you're me, no difference,

Imprint, made in the path of life,
Is like, leaving your mark on the page you write,
You're right to do that, and express your plight,

Or fight for a life you like it's in sight,
(Hold tight) like the hug from a loved one,
Light shines bright, darkness is a punk son,

Chuck them ones saying tons of bad stuff,
It's our turn, us humans, we had enough
(It's our turn, us people, we had enough)


Set your alarm it's time to wake up,
We're stuck in the middle of drivel and all judge,

Truth is a riddle but simple it shows up,
We all just look, listen, learn, touch,
Hurt, shows we fail so much,

Since birth, manipulated on earth,
We, lost, touch


In the thirtieth year, fifth day, fourth month,
On the Khabur River Ezekiel's looks up,
What can't be described, brushed aside, is thus:

Whirlwind portal opens broken sky in the North,
And what descends, isn't men but shaped in the like,
On a craft, from a path, of the heavens at night,

But what he writes from his sight, ain't God it might,
Better help describe; meeting Alien life,
The Bible is science,

It's all metaphor and a mix of lying,
It's also based on many books before it,
Tarot cards, hieroglyphics, mixed up and broken,

Choking on lies and deceitful cancer,
Misinformation from the slave race masters,
Temple of Abydos, is one with answers,

Helicopter carved in spaceship; Futurama,

Set your alarm it's time to wake up,

We're stuck in the middle of drivel and all judge,
Truth is a riddle but simple it shows up,
We all just look, listen, learn, touch,

Hurt, shows we fail so much,
Since birth, manipulated on earth,
We, lost, touch

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