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letra de age of rust (infrastructure weak) from cyberfunk '93 - kaiso entertainment

chorus
nothing’s gonna stand in our way
nothing’s gonna stand in our way
nothing’s gonna stand in our way
not tonight

verse
and even though i’m breathin’ slow
emotions numb and freezin’ cold
the only thing that seems for sure
is truth is on a need-to-know
don’t care how low or deep the blow
i may be forced to eat some crow
and even though this season blows
just please sit back and peep the show
cause

chorus
nothing’s gonna stand in our way
nothing’s gonna stand in our way
nothing’s gonna stand in our way
not tonight

verse
cause i got this ill feelin’
gnawin’, clawin’ at the back of my mind
from this lack of fear that’s drawin’
on the back of my spine
i’m packin’ my nine
my uniform is blacker than grime
my infraction from crime
my badge and reactions aligned
i wanna feel again
when will this never feeling end
got emptiness in my soul
and this hole will never fill again
maybe i’m defective
i never made detective
but i got the tools to know k!llin’ dudes
ain’t my main objective
been beyond reproach
now i’m not so above it
stoopin’ down to k!ller thoughts
i know i’m not supposed to love it…but–
bridge
i love it when i get into some controversy
and have these punk b-tches screamin’
mercy, mercy

verse
“calm down it’s a glitch in your programmin'”
come again?
“son, you’re an invention of central plannin’
cause of you, i’ve spared plenty men
it’s to my detriment, that i admit you’re not
heaven sent
skip the psych ward, it’s a left towards it
tell ’em ’bout your code smell
said you ran it by me”
i got strings, seams burstin’ in my psyche
garbage in, garbage out
he undermined me so politely
so to the lives i used to die for?

sometimes…n-ggas wanna
mmm-mmm-mmm
sometimes…n-ggas want–

will lynch prints laid on dash
bamboozled airbags crash
orbit until souls absorb it
bill clinton, kiss my ass
bill clinton, kiss my ass
bill clinton, kiss my ass
bill clinton, kiss my ass
bill clinton, kiss my
no more favors
break your slavers
be your paver
know your neighbors
chase your paper
40 acres
my moves major
so long haters

circle the drain for the berserk and insane
wear my faded glory tee
my cut curtains just hang
your naked brain’s apart of you
in eden it feel so ashamed
city slang
we city gangs
a taste on the tongue / and no place to run
in all my veteran runs
is it really just as simple as some b-tter and guns?

- kaiso entertainment

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