Watch me pull an office space on a laptop, secure a win for the have nots like a padlock.
They disconnected and for the cause I can't stop, we can't talk destroys the tone of voice in a mans thot.
My soul burn in anguish, the song becoming my canvis, I feel my digital footprint killin my body language and it's only just the tip of the iceburg, locked in a box where they don't considered my time served.
I'm reprogrammed to half man half beast with a g code like hustlers weighing kilo grams, my stance is leopold kemo it stays low while I slow dance with demons in a beat program.
music is heavy machinery my words are heavy machinery.
Turn off the power to ur computer and cut the tv.
The revolution should be internalized...
The importance of electronics got us desensitized.
Gigo: I really miss the way it used to be we went thru life like we were in a dream.
Remember all the good times with our friends I really miss the way we used to be used to be used to be
Still I am, tighter than the gloves on OJs hands.
Get away with murder.
Killin the wifi connection Break away from the main server.
I'm hella fly for a white guy the new and updated version.
I'm troubleshooting my 100 clip while u rebooting.
Before your reload u dead and I'm throwing dueces.
U been deleted I'm emptying out the trash bin.
They Google searching for you like the ass of a Kardashian.
U bookmarked for death.
The song marks the first steps to the revolution against the Internet.
The evolution of social patterns & precident before we lose touch with human element
I was just a robot
Doing what I'm told
Programmed to fail
It was getting old
I searched for an answer
In human affection
Imagine my terror
We're disconnected.
Gigo: I really miss the way it used to be we went thru life like we were in a dream.
Remember all the good times with our friends I really miss the way we used to be used to be used to be

INVIA LE CORREZIONI