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letra de reboot - dead on sight

[ papa sleep ]
reboot the systems restart the program
dead on sight back to life i couldn’t wait for this moment
1 to the 0
screen looking red on the run from the bureau
dreaming of mushroom clouds in the bas-m-nt
no one to tattle everything look like a wasteland

everyone died and i’m sick of complaining
we had a cold war where you be staying
missiles pointed at the crib and i ain’t really with it target in my eyes i be getting sick from radiation might have lost my mind boutta destroy everything i see now
pinpoint
where you live
you a big boy now you’ll always walk with no limbs

[ nogoodnik ]
back in this b-tch, no intro needed, war in the cold, so we bringin heaters
the alphas out raising the defcons, cookin this mean sh-t packin the teflon
dons, openin doors for us, stop, you dont want a war wit us
nah, this for your survival if dos want the title you know we go primal
our rivals always been in past tense, you won’t get the same sh-t from back then
just copped some bags outta saks fifth, free if you go and toe tag sh-t
no tech
still go chro magnon with the weaponry
bells up in the high tower from the top rung we gon let it ring
[ venting palace ]
all you b-tches executables
load my code, destruction’s beautiful
cables seeping through my cuticles
dos bust in your cubicle

painting your skeleton red and black
as you sit rotten in front of your pc screen
cutting the rope, i might cut him some slack
his girl cry off her makeup on pov

we back baby
tear at the seams of your reality
dead on sight the only power that be
bowing down to the singularity

my vision in binary
you thinking it’s dormant
but i’m telling you that these numbers can see
they taking you hostage for some dopamine
stay a little longer and they’ll wipe you clean

[ lvst ]
dos
make you set a mess
i mean no offense
but your music tends
to be kinda sh-t
the beats that u picky
be sounding like d-cky
please stop all the ripping
talk yo sh-t
you melovalant pr-ck
just know i could be lurking in the bushes with a stick
feel like it is bo when i hit you with the fl!ck
b-tch i know u is the type to like to say you gettin lit
thats sick
im sick
of sh-t
like this
please stop
you b-tch
u sound
like sh-t
man u ain’t worthy of spit
when u see egirls u fantisize drinking there p-ss
u is so cringey i thought that your music ironic
our clips like the plague man the scale is bubonic
chambered a round ran around like hes sonic
i got glock with a stock f-ck a rocket

- dead on sight

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