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letra de sprites - strange u

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna, onesecbeforetheend & etze]

bugs, gremlins, devils, sprites
yeah

digital sprites
they done surround your brain like soul train
mischievious, trying to sabotage your whole game
beware, always disable your d-mn webcam
or end up like “fam, where the f-ck is my hand?”
they’re like the flesh eating virus, but zeros and ones
and if they ever take over, f-ck heroes and guns
they got the digi-death rays and trolling cancer patients
if you wanna be a c-nt you will find them inspirational
they lurk in the back with spyware
p-ssing in your suit like “f-ck it, it’s my year.”
b–by trap your house with the cherry bomb -rs-nal
lurking behind mirrors and doors, laughing hard at you
as the pie slams into your grill
they hack your facebook status with a mission to k!ll
writing dummy sh-t, like “justin bieber’s so s-xy and tall”
and so and so soul sucks kangaroo b-lls
they made world rap famous for all the hat makers
and even made a lane for all the rap haters
the illest one out of the swarm
will fill up your bosses email with hardcore p-rn
if you miss a bus or a train, it will sabotage
they are to blame for everything, not the avatar
doing everything in their power to make you look like the odd one
for real, this is a problem

sprites, bugs, gremlins, devils (x4)

yo, a sunny day turns to sh-t standing out in the hood
a car splashes you with a puddle and wets you up good
in the driver seat laughing there’s a digital sprite
working solo, looking like the criminal type
spilling a drink on your laptop to ruin your life
doing it twice instead of coming through with advice
hiding your keys, throwing apples, then hiding in trees
and making jellyfish sting you when you dive in the sea
mmm, scratch your favorite cds and draw smileys
the live feed shows them scratching patterns at high speed
knocking books off the shelf, raise a toast
to a pixelated devil, you thought it was a ghost
they escaped from the old-school computer-game junk yard
angry at the world for being left for dead thus far
the failed hype, sticking bananas in your tail-pipe
malevolent, coming from underground, not the heaven-sent
the quickest way to get rid of it
get a taser, send ’em into oblivion
a reoccurring, 8-bit multicolored explosions
think positive and keep the lifestyle golden
you know at times, life may seems like it’s trying to get you
like the whole universe is trying to sweat you
but quit the whining! sometimes life ain’t fair!
you just – we gotta give a shout out to clive sinclair

sprites, bugs, gremlins, devils (x4)

- strange u

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