Opening ceremonies and minds

We rob from the rich, rabid, to the wretched

The sebutones is what we are, not who we are

We three kings

Shit talking thin pricks

Domestic affairs and book reports

There is no such thing as free will

From a huge crowd of white folk the sebutones emerge and see images of crippled civilians and 50,000 galvanized elvis’s

Avoid dilapidated raps like fried food, because they angry up the blood and pus

And plus they poison the work place

So listen here jerk face

You better think twice before you start dumping mechanical bullshit on digital citizens

Never mind their bitings always been the number one no no

Diamonds are forever, and children of god are in their twenties

I’m tripping off memories of naked celebrities and hemorrhoid remedies

Bow legged brunettes and peroxide blondes both get buried in the rock slide

I memorized your manifesto

Emcee space lyrics in the Bille Jean dance routine

I need you in my life, like heaven needs hell

I’m neutral

Even nihilism radiates a canon

It’s crucial

Cruel and unusual

From here to the crap nebula

We bring misery

Calculus and turn table wizardry

Turn table wizardry. (Whispered)

Check one last time to make sure your neural enhancers are fastened correctly

Because straight

We rock flows and verse appears regardless of the conditions

They try to stifle our admissions and stagnate our positions

?Well heres my opposition.?

Sixtoo

The nomadic intelligent freak

Compelling to speak over beats

Designed in science laboratories instead of the street

Boulevards where hard guards are bone tards positioning themselves as demigods

Uh. Uh

Compelling odds are stacked against us in our format

Wipe your feet upon the doormat when you’re entering the quarantine

There’s your ultimate right to passage

Double sided on wax

Manufacture that

Mount weather

Capturing the rapture

The clever nomadic societies

Evolving

In the exponential leaps and bounds

Clocks keep and sounds

We too deep for these clowns

Your passive resistance is no match for hypnotics

So shut your lips

Stop it

So get your clip

Solace

Why these poo’s say I’m polished?

Willing opposition for those worthy to battle are greeted by spells and snake rattles

Aids and poison cattles can’t faze

All a praise goods and services that are laced with nervousness and malnourishment

It’s no skin off my ass if you got the anti christ on the front cover

Pushing and shoving

I’m the gushing bloody cunt lover

An abomination has been created which requests for global domination

Parody based on elaborate scams and charity cases

Take my hatred in your mouth and forever hold it sacred

Shocked and suspended in cells of animation

Atmospheric contamination with a pocket full of coffin spikes

And all I can ask is do you like music