Rip The Jacker - Cubism And Futurism (JVLN FNGZ) текст песни

Cubism and Futurism, white hot thermal external vision
Right now my image stands still in a prism
My light reflects like mirrors
Signals bounce back and forth forever, with flawless error
I kneel before Congress and beg for money
The enemy tried to poison my tea with honey
To observe the stars I take a closer look at the bars
Who can tell me where they are, are they far?
The feared I would spit, they don't like when I bust
Just below Mach 3 the rhymes ionize us
I'm hooked on hip-hop, I can't live without it
You can mix the spit with the work of Dr. Fritz Albert
The prototype won't work if the bitch masturbates
I put her on cloud base on a clear day
OK, I'm a pervert, it's time to 'fess up
Mommy noticed my vocabulary had developed
Telencephalon olfactory lobes I had to practice
I like to roleplay, but only with Alice
The target appears in brackets, I attack it
Special weapons and tactics, professional assassin
You gotta love it, what is it called? The G8 Summit
Quoting my favourite inventor "I see excitement coming"
I raise my head, and say this prayer
From this moment, hip-hop is united everywhere