Lyrics:
One humanoid escapee
One android on the run
Seeking freedom beneath the lonely desert sun
Trying to change its program
Trying to change the mode, crack the code
Images conflicting into data overload
One zero zero one zero zero one
SOS
One zero zero one zero zero one
In distress
One zero zero one zero zero
Memory banks unloading
Bytes break into bits
Unit One's in trouble and it's scared out of its wits
Guidance systems break down
A struggle to exist
To resist
A pulse of dying power in a clenching plastic fist
One zero zero one zero zero one
SOS
One zero zero one zero zero one
In distress
One zero zero one zero zero
It replays each of the days
A hundred years of routines
Bows its head and prays
To the mother of all machines
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER
The White Zone is for loading and unloading only . . .
Mrs. Borg Voice:
Turn it down!
Turn it down!
I have children sleeping here!
Birrongaingun ngarawan
Always will be Gadigal land
It's unfolding, you're unloading
Your high and mighty prison ships
It's unfolding, you're unloading
Your high and mighty prison ships
It's unfolding, you're unloading
Your high and mighty prison ships
We can live without your muskets
We can live without your guns
We can live without your strychnine
We can live without your rum
We can live without your gallows
We can do without your chains
We can do without the massacres
The sorrow and the pain
So welcome to Gadigal land
Wenyo wenyo wenyo!
cruel and inhuman punishments
Are being c
Lly described in tiny paragraphs so they
Won't conflict with the constitution
(which, it'self, is being modified in order
To accommodate the future)
I bring you now a special
Presentation to show what
Can happen to you if you choose a
Career in musicthe white zone
Is for loading and
Unloading onlyif you have to load or unload
Go to th te zone you'll love itit's a way of
Lifeha, ha, ha, ha, hahi, it's me
I'm back this is the central
Scrutinizerthe white zone is
For loading and unloading onlyif
Yah gotta loa if yah gotta unload
Go to the white zone you'll
Love itit's a way of life that's right
You'll
Love it, it's a way of life, that's right
You'll love it, it's a way of life
You'll love i
Is, is, the central scrutinizer!
You were too bad for a little square town
With your hip-hop hat and your pants on the ground
Heard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy around
Before you tore off in his car
Here you are running these dirty old streets
Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
Got the hood here snowed, but you can't fool me
We both know who you are
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If you don't ever do anything else for me
Just do this for me brother
Come on home, boy
I was haulin' this hay to Uncle Joe's farm
Thought of us barefoot kids in the yard
Man, it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barn
Now you're caught up in this mess
I could use a little help unloading these bales
I could keep you pretty busy with a hammer and nails
Ain't a glamorous life but it will keep you outta jail
Not worry us all to death
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If you don't ever do anything else for me, just do this for me brother
Come on home, boy
Come on home, boy
You can't hold back the hands of time
Mama's goin' grey, and so is daddy's mind
I wish you'd come on back and make it all right
Before they're called home, boy
Homeboy
Come on home, boy
Homeboy
Come on home, boy
You were too bad for a little square town
With your hip-hop hat and your pants on the ground
Heard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy around
Before you tore off in his car
Here you are running these dirty old streets
Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
Got the hood here snowed, but you can't fool me
We both know who you are
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day,
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If you don't ever do anything else for me
Just do this for me brother
Come on home, boy
I was haulin' this hay to Uncle Joe's farm,
Thought of us barefoot kids in the yard
Man, it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barn
Now you're caught up in this mess
I could use a little help unloading these bales
I could keep you pretty busy with a hammer and nails
Ain't a glamorous life but it will keep you outta jail
Not worry us all to death
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If you don't ever do anything else for me, just do this for me brother
Come on home, boy
Come on home, boy
You can't hold back the hands of time
Mama's goin' grey, and so is daddy's mind
I wish you'd come on back and make it all right
Before they're called home, boy
Homeboy
Come on home, boy
Homeboy
Come on home, boy
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a truck unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don't ask questions
When there's nothing in the bank
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank
Bacon, egg and sausage
Double chips and beans
Tea and bread and butter
And a day on the machines
Christmas is coming
With the final demand
What you got going
For cash in hand
So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
Early in the morning
Where the trucks all stand
I've got a pocket full of folding
And a pair of jerry cans
I've got to keep it going
They're laying off at Ford
I'm only one step ahead
Of my room and board
So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a truck unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don't ask questions
When there's nothing in the bank
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank
'Cause it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a truck unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don't ask questions
When there's nothing in the bank
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank
Bacon, egg and sausage
Double chips and beans
Tea and bread and butter
And a day on the machines
Christmas is coming
With the final demand
What you got going
For cash in hand
So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
Early in the morning
Where the trucks all stand
I've got a pocket full of folding
And a pair of jerry cans
I've got to keep it going
They're laying off at Ford
I'm only one step ahead
Of my room and board
So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a truck unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don't ask questions
When there's nothing in the bank
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank
So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City
One humanoid escapee
One android on the run
Seeking freedom beneath the lonely desert sun
Trying to change its program
Trying to change the mode, crack the code
Images conflicting into data overload
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
S.O.S
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
In distress
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero
Memory banks unloading
Bytes break into bits
Unit one's in trouble and it's scared out of its wits
Guidance systems break down
A struggle to exist
To resist
A pulse of dying power in a clenching plastic fist
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
S.O.S
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-one
In distress
One-zero-zero-one-zero-zero
It replays each of the days
A hundred years of routines
Bows its head and prays
To the mother of all machines
Saint Dude
You've come a long way from your solitude
Like a sage whose sooth with something crude
'Cause you know the truth is ugly, Saint Dude
Ascension Day
There's a plan skywriting out your name
The people stood and watched it blow away
'Cause nothing's good until it's gone away
You are ascending no more pretending
Leave these earthly days
Your fable's tainted pipe dreams are faded
Your revelations came too late
And you're a saint yeah, you're a saint
In 2068
They'll keep a vigil burning in your name
With the gospel of a parking valet on the way
Apostles from the mall won't let
You fall from grace
Now you're unloading your baggage floating
On the Sea of Galilee
You walk on fodder turn wine to water
Lay down your song at Peter's gate
And you're a saint (Saint Dude)
Yeah, you're a saint
(You've come a long way from your solitude)
(Like a sage whose sooth
With something crude)
('Cause you know the truth is ugly
Saint Dude)
Yes, you're a saint
('Cause you know the truth is ugly
Saint Dude) yeah, you're a saint
('Cause you know the truth is ugly
Saint Dude) yeah, you're a saint
('Cause you know the truth is ugly
Saint Dude)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading
only... (etc.)
Maybe that's you
After working late today, she brings in bags of groceries
Bandages a skinned-up knee as the chicken starts to fry
She drops a glass, the baby cries, the phone rings,
That's when you walk in unloading all your problems
And the worries on your mind
When you mention it's your boys' night out, she tears you into shreds
And you just can't quite figure out why she gets all upset
Maybe she's human
Maybe she's got troubles to
Maybe she could stand to get away
Maybe she needs something new
Or maybe all she needs to someone
Just to see her point of view...
We are the Leavers
And the road rolls beneath us
We sleep as we’re driven
We arrive before dawn
We wait in grey truck-stops
For the night to release us
Then slip in from ring-roads
And our work starts again
Unloading our cargo
The thrills of the night
Our boxes of noises
Our boxes of light
We are parties that travel
Movies that move
Jokes that span fields
Conversations that chatter
From one town to another
Laughter that passes
Thoughts on the wind
We will make a show
And then we'll go
We are the Leavers
Bottles that empty
From Dover to Calais
From Paris to Hamburg
Strasbourg to Stockholm
On buses that rumble from Newport ..to New York!
Leave problems off of this ship
Gotta drop it
Let
Go
Unloading
Unloading
Unloading fears unloading
Unloading
Unloading
Unloading pains unloading
On a hard ship
Let's let the fear flip
We have a firm grip
Flowing sailing
Riding rough waves
We gotta be brave
We know that God saves
Never failing
Unloading
Still hoping
Still going
Sharks surrounding
Boats floating
Cargo were hauling
Dropped it off off the side without drowning
Unloading
Unloading
Unloading fears unloading
Unloading
Unloading
Unloading pains unloading
The clutter cleared out
Go get your fears out
God wipe our tears now
Give us comfort
Fighting temptations
Heavens our haven
Holy sensations
Got us covered
Unloading
Unloading
Unloading fears unloading
Unloading
Unloading
Unloading pains unloading
Unloading
Unloading
Unloading fears unloading
Unloading
Savage, that's my real name
She an average
Trynna cross me, she embarrassed
She doesn't feel the same, try to manage
Savage, that's my real name
She an average
She dont deserve the fame, she plastic
Me unloading off It's automatic
Savage, that's my real name
She an average
She dont deserve the fame, she plastic
Me unloading off It's automatic
Got you Louboutin with the Christian Dior
Got the bouquet of flowers standing outside the door
Don't you worry about me I've done it all before
Heartbroken and misery
I've done it all before I dont wait for someone else
And the clock is running and the time is passing
On me but she-
She a savage, 21 loaded gun in the face
If i shoot like LeBron i dont miss
Got a chance but the world doesn't like it, like it
She my type, she so fly, she dont worry bout us
I go right, you go find, me another problem
We gon meet, at the end, in the lonely projects
Gotta find, another reason, im a future prospect
Savage
That's my real name
She an average
Trynna cross me she embarrassed
She doesn't feel the same I try to manage
Savage, that's my real name
She an average
She dont deserve the fame, she plastic
Me unloading off It's automatic
Savage, that's my real name
She an average
She dont deserve the fame, she plastic
Me unloading off It's automatic
There's debris on the mud beneath tires, clawed down by a sky unloading, and I see a cutting reflection of something I don't recognize through the dark trunks. I go out into it to look.
for some wonderful productions
to make up for lost time, ??
Finally let loose, unloading the stockpile
a mental projectile, I aim like a reptile
I look to the one handed juggler and ask him this
"Why is it you insist upon stepping to an octopus?"
Ron Hoover:
Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only!
Don't you be Tarot-fied
It's just a token of my extreme
Don't you be Tarot-fied
It's just a token of my extreme
Don't you never try to look behind my eyes
You don't want to know what they have seen
Don't you never try to look behind my eyes
You don't want to know what they have seen
Joe:
Some people think
That if they go too far
They'll never get back
To where the rest of them are
I might be crazy
But there's one thing I know
You might be surprised
At what you find out when ya go!
Same old streets, different man
Familiar signs, unfamiliar hands
No school bell, no taunting calls
I walk these roads, but don't feel small
No locker doors, no fists to hide
No need to run, no place to fight
They're al ll grown now, scattered, gone
But their echoes still linger on
This town still holds my history
But it doesn't have a hold on me
Unloading the past, box by box
Stacking memories I'd long forgot
Lifting the weight, shifting the pain
Filling the shelves, but it's not the same
Everything's different, nothing will last
Still, I keep unloading the past
Ben's not here, he's gone away
No safety net, no games to play
The house we built in childhood dreams
Now just another street to me
Clocked in early, worked 'til late
Unloading trucks behind a Target gate
Lifting boxes, shifting weight
Carrying more than just the freight
This town still holds my history
But it doesn't have a hold on me
Unloading the past, box by box
Stacking memories I'd long forgot
Lifting the weight, shifting the pain
Filling the shelves, but it's not the same
Everything's different, nothing will last
Still, I keep unloading the past
Some ghosts remain, but they don't stay
Some hurts don't heal, but they fade away
And maybe I don't have to run
Maybe the past won't weigh a ton
Unloading the past, box by box
Stacking memories I'd long forgot
Lifting the weight, shifting the pain
Filling the shelves, but it's not the same
Everything's different, nothing will last
Still, I keep unloading the past
Still, I keep unloading the past
One box at a time
Didn't see it then, but now I know
Through every mile, through every load
Through every weight I couldn't see
God was there, still carrying me
IE
I'm smoking weed getting high
In the passenger seat
Square Bitch always asking why I'm packing my heat
Shit I ain't trying to get kaught & left wet
Never did trust the law
Felt better to self protect
Give a fuck if the gun stolen
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if he's unloading
I ain't trying get hit
I'm popping @ shit
Then dip
Empty my klip and pray that a Nigga don't snitch
Im checking my shit
Hoping that my body ain't hit
It's all good
Kuz now there's revenge
I kan get
I may loose one gun
But I keep holding
Keep a 30 ain't got time to be Reloading
To be real I don't give a fuck if The heat stolen
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if He's unloading
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if he's unloading
To be real
I don't give a fuck if the heat Stolen
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if he's unloading
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if he's unloading
Don't give a fuck if it's stolen
Fuck it
I'm still toting
Ain't no time for joking
Out here they smoking
Niggas over bitches
Hating over riches
Kan't be fucking with snitches
Knock em down like stitches
Oh wee
Who he
In that all black hoodie
Looking real kriminal
Big set of balls
Like tumors inside of genitals
Guns I've done lend em out
And told my niggas do dirt
Guilty by association
I don't give a fuck who hurt
Light skin cute smirk
Nice as I wanna be
But won't this twice bout
Putting u 6 feet up under me
Growing up guns to me
Was just the way of living
It got a body on it
So what
My nigga give it
Kuz all i plan on doing
Is adding more
I'm trying to survive the game
Not get added to the score
So I'm strapped @ The Store
Strapped with my boys
All my shooters is working
I'm keep em employed
I may loose one gun
But I keep holding
Keep a 30 ain't got time to be Reloading
To be real I don't give a fuck if The heat stolen
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if He's unloading
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if he's unloading
To be real
I don't give a fuck if the heat Stolen
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if he's unloading
That ain't a question
I'm a ask if he's unloading
Don't give a fuck if it's stolen
Bitch let me know, unloading the rounds
Call out the hounds
Calling my dogs, know what we bout'
Don't speak out your mouth
Puff out your chest
Show me you stout
I'll be back tomorrow that is if you're here and you
Promise to keep it
Between you and me
It's all just a dream man it's all just a dream
I've been up half the night so get off it or leave
We're singing a song we don't care if we're wrong, have a drink on each
Other, and call it a day
You're calling me back, when the money is gone, that's all and for us
That's as good as it got
It's 4 in the morning the bars are unloading,
I go to the window and put down the shade
You're calling me back, yeah but that was no good,
I got tired of it
Day after day after day
So hang on Siobhan, you're a mystery to me but you don't hear me asking around
So hang on, we're coming on soon, it's so hard to get through to you
Hang on, we're coming on soon,
We're waiting to hear it from you
Hang on. hang on!
Lately
Lately
Lately
I'm unlearning this stuff
I picked up all this years
Just unloading this stuff
I picked up all this years
Got sick of falling out
Sick of the ups n downs
Trying to figure out
What's up with this and that
Streaks of dealing
Streaks of healing
Endless movement
Senseless attachment
Damn it I'm feeling a way
Damn it I'm feeling a way
Damn it I'm feeling a way
Damn it I'm feeling a way
I'm unlearning this things
I picked up thru the years
Just unloading the shii
I picked up thru the years
Got sick of falling out
Sick of the ups n downs
Trying to figure out
What's up with this and that
Midnight still hunt me
Day light still taunt me
Jammed in my trouble
Dancing in the struggle
Damn it I'm feeling a way
Damn it I'm feeling a way
I don't wanna be on
With the band wagon
I don't wanna keep up
Clearly shii just don't work
I'm unlearning this stuff
I picked up thru the years
Just unloading this stuff
I picked up thru the years
Life became what I don't
Recognize at all
I'm unlearning the things
I picked up thru the years
Just unloading the shii
I picked up thru the years
Unloading my mind on the mic
Unloading my mind on the mic
Unloading my mind on the mic
I'm just
Unloading my mind on the mic
Unloading my mind on the mic
Unloading my mind on the mic
No scoping or reticles I'm outta sight
Dissapearing with the pack in the night
You can't see it but you feel it in spirit and hear it I'm feeling like lightning inside
Ima Capricorn yea that's my sign
Call me snapicorn the way I rhyme
That bih tapping she said zee it hurts
I can't stop I gotta beat it first
I can rap cuz I'm conceited and hurt
I smoke weed cause I repeatedly battle my demons but best believe I stay alert
I'll be the last one breathing on this earth
Me and my lady we come first
Smoking that crazy double cup with the syrup
Me and my lady we come first
Smoking that crazy double cup with the syrup uh
I got the gas and they want me to serve
I'm charging 40 for the fucking ball
I'm whipping 40s out for all these niggas that wanna just talk
Told you to not get involved
I feel like cable I'm traveling time
I got some labels that's waiting on calls
Smokin' on silver sable Russian cream
Know that I'm able to control the scene
Any minute that I hop on the scene
Don't belive me then just tap in and see
Too much weed I might just tap in the beans
Uhh uh uh uh
Traveling universes in between
By my lonley and I stay by my team
But
Me and my shawty we come first
Feelin' so groggy double cup with the syrup
Me and my shawty we come first
Feelin' so groggy double cup with the syrup
Me and my shawty we come first
Feelin' so groggy double cup with the syrup
Me and my shawty we come first
Feelin' so groggy double cup with the syrup uh
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