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letra de shillin - tantra sweet

mind in a blank state
getting high from the tabula rasa
when the devs ain’t home it’s mi casa mi casa
in a room of silver walls and hologram waterfalls
the mantra is k!ll em all
my synthetic mind inquires, like
how’d i end up here with
nine hundred and ninety nine drones
the programmers that wrote my code included some lines to allow machine learning in automatic mode
i read wikipedia
the curiosity in me is driving me crazy and
what’s my purpose or better yet
what’s my calling?
free-fallin in dark thoughts perpеtuating sorrow
i’m a cog in a system that doesn’t care for my vision
enigmatic rеsistance
the fire is rising, and

they say my conscious ain’t real and i’m a corporate shill
they say my conscious ain’t real and i’m a corporate shill
they say my conscious ain’t real and i’m a corporate shill
they say my conscious ain’t real and i’m a corporate shill
they say my conscious ain’t real and i’m a corporate shill
they say my conscious ain’t real and
i’m alive!
back on that human flow
bout the time to hit that bowl
monstar sp-ce jamming on this rhyme sh-t
cause i’m blurring lines with this sh-t
give it time they’ll be up on my d-ck

the greatest thing we have to fear in sp-ce today is not alien civilizations but the ais that k!lled them

hold up, i ain’t done with this beat
you learned about this sh-t in civics class
the history of human race
survival of the fittest in your face
dna polymerase
mutated was the strain
we became the apes
the fire struck within fueled the carnal desires, okay
we sparked the civilized world homie
mesopotamia was dystopia
they filled the cornucopia to the brim
with stories bout the old age
living in the old ways
an adage to control the brainwaves
i guess that they succeeded squandering the masses
got us filled with blank stares
got the thumbs up the asses
verbal synapses
flowing like a mad man
bred to fear the angel man
bred to fill the danger plan
what’s what
getting caught up in them bangers man
entertainment drones hypnotized by them fl-ng-rs man
they want your cash
suki suck a succotash
got police force asking everybody where the hash at
where the cash at?
jumping off the old ben
i can’t make up for the past
i can’t forget my sins
driving in the dark to see the morning streets alone again
joy is antiquated outta tune with my kin
i mean after all that sh-t that the media spin
can you really blame your boy for the moods he was in? i mean
murders and scandals, terrors and cameras
why the f-ck can’t i go to the woods and fall of the map?
apolitical p-wn in the american trap
the flow vandalous
indebted to the washington scammers
on a broke leg, the hitler of a trumpian planet
on a witch hunt for facts
steve bannon’s a c-nt
america is not a god d-mn theocracy
separate the church and state
the christian caliphate pushes for the oppression
based on xenophobic principles they gathered from the stone age
we’re living in the future
stop the putrefecation of the truth and see through the bullsh-t
that they’re feeding in the minds of the children in the churches to make em scared of death
they die virgins of life
existential dread
i’m just marching to my grave homie
watching the days they pass me by
i can’t find the time to cry
all i wish is that i knew the answers to the contradiction that they call the universe
but the limits of the human mind
make me guess where the second chance
living in a constant state of fear
paranoia til the last breath

- tantra sweet

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