Robot Legs

By Fyre

On I

Released on November 11, 1998

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[Young G]

Fucked up and hungry, struck up some money

And matchsticks, blunts, ziplocked bags, honey

And incense, intense cycles commence through dense outdoor stench in the pocket of my hoodie

Where we smoke the whole length instead of food on the plate

Smolder blunts of doja in cold blurs of vision

Through the windshield, men peel, feeling steel

Nature of existence, grab your shield


[Mxlplx]

Refuse to be a slave, let nothing get to me

Don't tell me to behave, don't want your misery

Beyond the grave feel, no sympathy

Calm the wave, kill my history

Been gone for ages filled with mysteries

Sing my song and blaze this trail of fricassee

Take you all the way there and leave you be

Make you wanna say "I just need to see

A better way to play until infinity"

Forever in a day, disappear instantly

Left you staring like little babies

Out of thin air and it was so crazy

Not really caring though, cause I'm lazy

Always sharing just what God gave me

It's never fair, man, everything shady

That's why you're scared, man, looking for safety


[Swank]

I coulda never read the sign

And if I did, probably woulda stopped the time

For the fever, pick it up and shine

If yo a bleeder, you better get behind

Opinionated as the river's mine

Swallow the city with hopes to recline

Bit the top off the natural design

Taste the jet lag like ice cold wine

I know they wonder why I feel so fine

From a distance, shaved down my life

Stacking shrapnel lies in the light

Hard to handle, but easy to fight