Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I, pick wisely what!
I, precisely nudged
Our luck in the direction of ambitious clubs
Or a bar, the deception has the villains up
The odds have always been stacked
The gods refuse to give us feedback
The narcs have a budget for the kickback
The love shown is nothing but a speed trap
State craft is a lot of psychological work
Spacecraft, we're operating on a different turf
Beyond words, ideologists are being birthed
Beyond slurs, archaeologists are being purged
What's the mark of a great artist
Does he need to be a great chartist
Does his harvest have to be the largest
Does the art need to be dressed in Marxist garments
I reckon I time travel to generations before
Then break into my great ancestors' indoors
Implant super DNA in their genetic code
To enhance everything them chromosomes they speak for
(Damn) Huh!
I'm pressed to the core
This is the quiet before the storm, this is pre-war
This is top-tier rap, I'm beyond the Big 4
I'm beyond the landscape, beyond global seashores
I, pick wisely what!
I, precisely nudged
Our luck in the direction of ambitious clubs
Or a bar, the deception has the villains up
The odds have always been stacked
The gods refuse to give us feedback
The narcs have a budget for the kickback
The love shown is nothing but a speed trap
Mirror mirror on the wall
God vir ons almal who has the tightest game of them all
Aviatar - Speed Trap Lyrics
Aviatar - Speed Trap Lyrics
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I, pick wisely what!
I, precisely nudged
Our luck in the direction of ambitious clubs
Or a bar, the deception has the villains up
The odds have always been stacked
The gods refuse to give us feedback
The narcs have a budget for the kickback
The love shown is nothing but a speed trap
State craft is a lot of psychological work
Spacecraft, we're operating on a different turf
Beyond words, ideologists are being birthed
Beyond slurs, archaeologists are being purged
What's the mark of a great artist
Does he need to be a great chartist
Does his harvest have to be the largest
Does the art need to be dressed in Marxist garments
I reckon I time travel to generations before
Then break into my great ancestors' indoors
Implant super DNA in their genetic code
To enhance everything them chromosomes they speak for
(Damn) Huh!
I'm pressed to the core
This is the quiet before the storm, this is pre-war
This is top-tier rap, I'm beyond the Big 4
I'm beyond the landscape, beyond global seashores
I, pick wisely what!
I, precisely nudged
Our luck in the direction of ambitious clubs
Or a bar, the deception has the villains up
The odds have always been stacked
The gods refuse to give us feedback
The narcs have a budget for the kickback
The love shown is nothing but a speed trap
Mirror mirror on the wall
God vir ons almal who has the tightest game of them all
I, pick wisely what!
I, precisely nudged
Our luck in the direction of ambitious clubs
Or a bar, the deception has the villains up
The odds have always been stacked
The gods refuse to give us feedback
The narcs have a budget for the kickback
The love shown is nothing but a speed trap
State craft is a lot of psychological work
Spacecraft, we're operating on a different turf
Beyond words, ideologists are being birthed
Beyond slurs, archaeologists are being purged
What's the mark of a great artist
Does he need to be a great chartist
Does his harvest have to be the largest
Does the art need to be dressed in Marxist garments
I reckon I time travel to generations before
Then break into my great ancestors' indoors
Implant super DNA in their genetic code
To enhance everything them chromosomes they speak for
(Damn) Huh!
I'm pressed to the core
This is the quiet before the storm, this is pre-war
This is top-tier rap, I'm beyond the Big 4
I'm beyond the landscape, beyond global seashores
I, pick wisely what!
I, precisely nudged
Our luck in the direction of ambitious clubs
Or a bar, the deception has the villains up
The odds have always been stacked
The gods refuse to give us feedback
The narcs have a budget for the kickback
The love shown is nothing but a speed trap
Mirror mirror on the wall
God vir ons almal who has the tightest game of them all
Writer: Eward Kavungo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid