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Machine Head Other

[verse] Sweet caress Grazes my scam Its loveless These obsica Behind an angels the skies And it s a price It almost cut like a knife The reckoning

VERSE 3: D-Loc] I'm from the Oakland streets, there's no peace The 415 don't jive, we take lives, see? You might think you can get with me But Daryl's in the back with a sub-machine

the other side Cadged in perpetual torment Burn with hatred for you kind So shallow, so naive I own you, you self-fulfilling fuck A shot to the head

and determand "it is alive", shipped to bell view eyes fuzzy talking funny, like "eagle one to grey squirrel whats your twenty dunny?", i piss clumsy with electrode head

up In other words I'm not a film director So don't come over here acting up You know just who I AM This ain't the DAMN Macho MAN Wrestling PROGRAM

ways of mine Only sky ahead Love's so hard to find I saw it come and saw it go Somewhere down the line Down the line The dream machine's on speed My head

'll never leave. I hear voices coming from silence, is this other dream? Long tentacles sorround me, I'am in despair, There's someone in my head,

Stone Container Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath Civilized bloodbath We all like to point the finger at the faceless company But the corporation machine

my shelf I got titles Other artists want belts and idols World cups from seminars and conventions Competition and not to mention The award shows for pimps and hoes And every other