the hammer holding fist the light's on the light's on the light's on the light's on the light's on the light's on and you're waiting for the signal the
The light's on, the light's on The light's on, the light's on The light's on, the light's on The light's on, the light's on The light's on and you'
Traduzione: Secret Machines. Light On.
[? ] But maybe I do Yeah yeah maybe it's all over Maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter I mean absorbing attention's a must You don'
for the night They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike There's a ballet being
trap a bitch Don't get distracted, repeat your rap's schematic Over and over until it's automatic My body is a machine, machines need fuel Two gastro
selectively [Chorus x2] [Last Emperor] On man's quest he searches for deeper meaning and purpose Traded and purchased, seemingly worthless A life confronting his curses perfecting his verses The secret
of security, the US constitution?s run aground? [Chorus:] They?ve got secret machines, and satellites with laser beams, and no one?s getting out of here
gonna count to the one-oh, put butter on the bun-oh Black killed the program director but first let him sniff some blow See the man with the suit? Light
Spanish* You know you gots to build just skills, uh come on get down Just skills You know we got to build just skills, come on get down Yeah, uh come on
a drum machine You gotta find a better way I'm pullin everything from your car to your resume Cause I don't play clown I'm tryin to get mine That's why
a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat On 139 street, Malcom X Boulevard It's full of hard brothers that's
three years Isn't that (?) anymore? [Bigg Jus: scratched] Inhuman [Bigg Jus] And it's on like that [x3] We inhuman on the track Bigg Jus, El-P, check it (here's
password from your own mind What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all mine Y2K year two thousand is when they go blind Shut down machines
that used to be myself. Beneath my secret smile, I lick my curse. Another fading light, Another night. I wish, to become the machine I so despise and feast on
) I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch This little short young niggas in them caskets You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass
wondering if it`s true: Am I larger than the sum of my parts? Engrave a sign in the earth`s crust. I want to stay longer on this planet. Things fall