stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes Aliens Track 7 from "fresh blood" by proGrammar I got two fifths of vodka! Placate the masses! Won't you pass along telekinesis message to the President? (Sure!) "Yo, I won't pick up a gun today, no matter what you say." And I have yet to meet a man who can convince me to become mince meat pie for less than defense actual. Never would I lay my life down for political collatoral. Incidental as it is, it's still instrumental, really, currently. Let's understand the effects of population control. Wars are not fought by one man. One hand pushing the button, true. But who made the shit; who got paid to skull-split? I hold them responsible, myself as well; it's like a tonsil pull. Excise the wet thighs, the dead skin, begin again. History tells of these two evolutions due to revolution. Really just an excuse for fossil-fuels which cause pollution. Look, look, don't you even care what happens to yourself? One life is all you got to live! I rib fools like bbq for stupid moves, not the masses. Only those I care about. I swear, I'm bouts to have an affair with the sweet air of conscienceless-ness, so I can battle monsters just like Loch Ness. I'm fresh, yes. Chorus: You can draft me when aliens attack! You can draft me when aliens attack! You can draft me when aliens attack! You can draft me when aliens attack! I got problems with college kids solvin'... Academia can take a back-flip off the front of my ship, no shit. Sure, lock the door; see what it gets you: penetration of ignorance demanding transportation. We've got thirds of worlds involved with extinction at proper time. Rhymes are copper. Bit it. Authentificate. Spit out acidic hand-human juices. Loosely related to Cassius and Lucius. Bash this passionate skull in, yeah you'd like to. All up to the point at which I mic you. "What'd you say now? Hey, howzabout a hush for this ridiculous lush?" Snails pace up elevator staircase not quite enough. I'm too smart to act /tough/ act to ingest. Digest my shit, holmes, then hit the egress. Chorus (x2) stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes