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Operation Frisco Artist: Lost Island Label: Son Year: 2000 Album: N/A |
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23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: QED Contact: qed@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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Frisco: This world be over the pearl shoulder Mona Lisa style holder Satin smile scolder the wild child roamer put MCs in a coma Hypnotical persona the worlds erogenous zoner blown when I'm a loner, like the new avengers with Purdie I roller Microphone embedded in the cane & holder ammo in my bowler To freeze time turn water to wine redesign the evolution of mankind With one line, the world is mine kid, takeover bid in operation Range Rover slide into the situation We got them parked outside the embassies of major cities Enough explo ready to blow so let's see We want control of world finance, world industries World armories, world politics, we'll not cease we got biologists with DNA samples Of Picasso and Einstein so we can draw thoughts, recline and design A flawless plan, hypnotically grand I stand the man to make the world my land I stand the man to make the world my land I stand the man to make the world my land Chorus: The world belongs to me The world belongs to me Sacrifice a city the detonator's set for my mic So when I mic check the world ignites Not out to cause harm, the world's in my palm, stay calm Never act berserk, tap into the media network. The hypnotical expert Make the worlds neck jerk, black shirt un-creased, the world will cease, make 'em curtsy to me Make 'em see reality, deeper than the bottomless seas on your TV Who'll stop eternity, if our demands you don't meet We still want control of world finance and world armories From 12 o'clock a fire arm amnesty So my daughter can play free, close down the Monarchy Now the palace is a home for all the street refugees We're claiming all cash to be dispended equally Hash is now bought legally Erase the memories of all the drug smugglers, heroin hustlers Illegal paper rustlers Replace it with the pain of every one of us [Chorus] Now slumped in my leather chair, black suit, black tie Receiving signals from the satellite from my guys 30,000 leagues beneath the seas, infra-red eye wear Waterproof explo to blow, the consequence is danger Receive a message on my pager, black panther in my layer, Stroke it twice, the I sayer Sacrifice a city the detonators set for my mic So when I mic check the world ignites Chaos and fright, I'm the boss tonight I've lost sight roll my fist, flick my wrist 11.57 try to reminisce, the mic life bliss, lost in Buddha mist So high the lord will see my japs-eye when I piss No lie, straighten my tie Embellish all my finger prints with a laser to remove the top layer Bye bye world as I clench my fingers round my mic Raise my glass twice, recite a rhyme to end life. | ||
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