Freestyle Fellowship - 120 Seconds Lyrics
yo Double-AI blaze this energizer let's see you pull this one...Aceyalone:happy birthday to mehappy earth day to weI just turned a hundred and seventy five milliontwo hundred and seventy threeand I'm at my peakour pick of the weekstraight tweaked with a godly type mystique???? Spock, nanou nanou ???abort, distortion report on which sorta quick court, support, cut shorttime warp, interplanetary movementI'll say, foul play, heywhich way does Willy Wonka stay?we came to see the chocolate swayhappy birthday to me, to mehip hip hooray to me, to mesynthetic or prototypegenetical photocopyXerox and medical mocks to breakthroughshocks and shakes youas Acey takes youthrough lyrical masochismand as I blast the last to give 'emdissect, insect, inflict, whoadestination one-two-ohohhhh'One hundred and twenty seconds until you die'When I die, bury me under the graveltravel fifty feet down, step out and pack me inI acknowledged(?_ I won't be back againnow I'm a entity, ex-humanity withinearthly vanities, sunshine and the windI suppose, ambrose'll rose your soulto give you immortality and infinity skinbut you're immortal close, you froze(ah.. he froze)now your takin' in a free fall in the endevery draft, breeze, trickle of water, a sound wavein your perimeter is similarand behaves as a test to manifest life formsit forms a warm bluntedheavily budded individualin the visual eyecut it, gut it, fryI am invisible so is it impossible to cry?nope, soak my pillow caseI wrote a little tasteI'm hopin' the middle breaks the liesmy objective remains at one with the stainless steel objectstill feels the painflagrant, nefariousfragrence of various agesand chemical compounds compoundeda bouquet, a readily picked arrayof dandelions, roses, pointset-i-asgold marigolds in a vase that's passed to monksand kindred, intended, descendedand suspended in mid-airmatch amended and I ended on a bad noteput salt in the open wound and I broke
