Juice Magazin - Deep Space 9mm lyrics

[Verse 1] One two You're behind the walls of new Rome, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna k** yourself) But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take) Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach? Blood beach Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly Monks hung halo teach Hung by the math where the cable reach A hundred and sixty-six channels lit The train that animal sh** Where the mind's eye redefines Where's God? Buy car, Kick tires Back in Eighty-Six I lived For the four-course artistry Metal worms took turns showin' off colors and sh** Like I invaded a mating dance ritual Criminal now Why the things we find beautiful undermine power? El Product flash vet text Motherf**ers is like "Al, why haven't we lept yet?" Dithering sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth Then vanish like "poof" You can't touch the Krush Groove I live on the lunch table Touched fables Ducked labels Cafeter one heat em live for the terrordome stables Sign to Rawkus? I'd rather be mouth f**ed by Nazis unconscious Callin' all bomb threats The Radio re-activator, caress Under hellafied missle defense Fenced in, better blame it on fame's sh**ty grin Walk with a bag full of kittens Take me to the river and throw yourself in In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist Soaked in newspeak? Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl Splashed on loose leaf We can embrace on the business end of my face first Joe vs. the Volcano suicide leap Dance with the vinyl monster Devil in a blue sky flyin' with clean conscience Save the gesture You can't save the children, we weren't worth the effort I'm a Caveman Your modern ways frighten and confuse me I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman) But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression Combined with 8-step perfected Dirty words paralyze crumbs and infect sh** Infectious Insofar as the ineffectual beg for the lectures Development arrested Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest Looking for the nexus If it's wild like that child fire 'em Infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant New World lullaby, Sirens Stuck migrants, lust and blind violence It's all bad timing Getting murked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island You think that's spacey? Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling Existence on the fringes and such My generation just sit like ducks See the rubble glisten that what I trust Tell the historians I'm right here holding my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Existence on the fringes and such My generation make friends with slugs Thank god for the d** and drums Tell history that I'll be right here hiding from guns Right here hidin' from guns Right here hidin' from guns For the love of god, run