Freestyle Fellowship - 120 Seconds lyrics

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Freestyle Fellowship - 120 Seconds lyrics

Yo Double-A I blaze this energizer let's see you pull this one... Aceyalone: Happy birthday to me Happy earth day to we I just turned a hundred and seventy five million Two hundred and seventy three And I'm at my peak A freak of the week A straight tweak with a godly type mystique So Charles?, Spock, nanou nanou Why don't you and you? Abort, distortion report on which sort A quick court, support, cut short Time warp, interplanetary movement I'll say foul play, hey! Which way does Willy Wonka stay? We came to see the chocolate sway Happy birthday to me, to me Hip hip hooray to me, to me Synthetical prototype Genetical photocopy Xerox and medical mocks a breakthrough Shocks and shakes you As Acey takes you Through lyrical masochism And as I blast at last I give 'em Dissect, insect, inflict, whoa Destination one-two-oh Ohhhh 'One hundred and twenty seconds until you die' When I die, bury me under the gravel Travel fifty feet down, step out and pack me in I admonished, I won't be back again Now I'm a entity, ex-humanity within Earthly vanities, sunshine and the wind I suppose, Ambrosia rose your souls To give you immortality and infinity skin But you're immortal portal close, you froze (ah.. he froze) Now your taken in a free fall in the end Every draft, breeze, trickle of water, a sound wave In your perimeter is similar And behaves as a test to manifest life forms It forms a warm blunted Heavily budded individual In the visual eye Cut it, gut it, fry I am invisible so is it impossible to cry? Nope, soak my pillow case I wrote a little taste I'm hopin' the middle breaks the lies My objective remains at one with the stainless steel object Still feels the pain Flagrant, nefarious Fragrence of various agents And chemical compounds compounded A bouquet, a readily picked array Of dandelions, roses, pointset-i-as Gold marigolds in a vase that's pa**ed to monks And kindred, intended, descended And suspended in mid-air Match amended and I ended on a bad note Put salt in the open wound and I WROTE!

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