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1200 TECHNIQUES lyrics : "Eye Of The Storm"

people are so fickle
these days its so dispicable
like tenticles, they all try stick on you

hold you down if they cannot be sick on you
they try to bind you with an A too (?)
enforce the written restrictions that we all got to stick to

they all disapear and re appeared
to suit their needs
which to me is a joke,

like short term peace treaties

i see a disease

swarming like bees
thinking these underdeveloped war torn countries
apparently im on the good side

but this worlds so freaky at times
i swear this planets on an intergalactic fault line
every time i race i cant win

i keep place till this land mines blow up in my face again
dismembered, i still gotta keep pacin' on, standin strong
facing the eye of the storm


these days three ways
the life game all wrong

these days, what we say
can do such harm
i replay. each day

like an endless song
endless of my mind, non stop
like the hands of time


whats with this financial envy
we've got so much poverty, but we keep spending

we're like pigs, they just won't stop eating till they hit the bottom of the trough and lick up stinkin
im seekin the truth , but how can i be
we're in a broken world of families and falacies

taught to praise stars who seek fame,
do what we must to gain monatry gain
and even im with it, but there are limits

whatever happened to unconcious idea,
MC's talk verbal dihorrea
caught up with gun talk and bling bling,

hip hop producers who work with pop singers, for ching ching,
im thinking


my rich stole, is now of no value
light turns to dark, when cold breath hits the candle
im here to rekindle your spirit

keep the flame burning strong
as we press on
through the eye of the storm


these days three ways
the life game all wrong

these days, what we say
can do such harm
i replay. each day

like an endless song
endless of my mind, non stop
like the hands of time


the clock ticks
your name off the list

life goes quick, so we gotta be quicker
the worlds devilish, making me sicker
i smell the reminants, of drugs, sex and liquor

the kids are immune to these
cus as they leave
they get a fix on their new tv

parents dont need a talk to their kids no more
they feed em video
show them the internet

log onto the !@$^ site
here we go
television

the drug of a nation
breeding ignorance
feeding radiation
friend to hit the nail on the head
wish we were sailing ahead

but we're shipwrecked and failing instead
but the tests of changed were all passed
so long as you're an expert in arson
im asking which way is up, cus my compass is gone
you know what?

I'm gonna let my beating heart be my guide through the eye of the storm

these days three ways
the life game all wrong
these days, what we say

can do such harm
i replay. each day
like an endless song
endless of my mind, non stop
like the hands of time

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