Reboot the systems restart the program
Dead on sight back to life I couldn't wait for this moment
1 to the 0
Screen looking red on the run from the bureau
Dreaming of mushroom clouds in the basement
No one to tattle everything look like a wasteland
Everyone died and I'm sick of complaining
We had a cold war where you be staying
Missiles pointed at the crib and I ain't really with it target in my eyes I be getting sick from radiation might have lost my mind boutta destroy everything I see now
Pinpoint
Where you live
You a big boy now you'll always walk with no limbs
Back in this bitch, no intro needed, war in the cold, so we bringin heaters
The alphas out raising the defcons, cookin this mean shit packin the teflon
Dons, openin doors for us, stop, you dont want a war wit us
Nah, this for your survival if dos want the title you know we go primal
Our rivals always been in past tense, you wont get the same shit from back then
Just copped some bags outta saks fifth, free if you go and toe tag shit
No tech
Still go chro magnon with the weaponry
Bells up in the high tower from the top rung we gon let it ring
All you bitches executables
Load my code, destruction's beautiful
Cables seeping through my cuticles
Dos bust in your cubicle
Painting your skeleton red and black
As you sit rotten in front of your pc screen
Cutting the rope, I might cut him some slack
His girl cry off her makeup on pov
We back baby,
Tear at the seams of your reality
Dead on sight the only power that be
Bowing down to the singularity
My vision in binary
You thinking it's dormant
But I'm telling you that these numbers can see
They taking you hostage for some dopamine
Stay a little longer and they'll wipe you clean
Dos
Make you set a mess
I mean no offense
But your music tends
To be kinda shit
The beats that u picky
Be sounding like dicky
Please stop all the ripping
Talk yo shit
You melovalant prick
Just know I could be lurking in the bushes with a stick
Feel like it is bo when I hit you with the flick
Bitch I know u is the type to like to say you gettin lit
Thats sick
Im sick
Of shit
Like this
Please stop
You bitch
You sound
Like shit
Man u aint worthy of spit
When u see egirls u fantisize drinking there piss
You is so cringey I thought that your music ironic
Our clips like the plague man the scale is bubonic
Chambered a round ran around like hes sonic
I got glock with a stock f*ck a rocket
Dead on Sight - Reboot (feat. Papa Sleep, Nogoodnik, Venting Palace & Lvst) Lyrics
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English
Reboot the systems restart the program
Dead on sight back to life I couldn't wait for this moment
1 to the 0
Screen looking red on the run from the bureau
Dreaming of mushroom clouds in the basement
No one to tattle everything look like a wasteland
Everyone died and I'm sick of complaining
We had a cold war where you be staying
Missiles pointed at the crib and I ain't really with it target in my eyes I be getting sick from radiation might have lost my mind boutta destroy everything I see now
Pinpoint
Where you live
You a big boy now you'll always walk with no limbs
Back in this bitch, no intro needed, war in the cold, so we bringin heaters
The alphas out raising the defcons, cookin this mean shit packin the teflon
Dons, openin doors for us, stop, you dont want a war wit us
Nah, this for your survival if dos want the title you know we go primal
Our rivals always been in past tense, you wont get the same shit from back then
Just copped some bags outta saks fifth, free if you go and toe tag shit
No tech
Still go chro magnon with the weaponry
Bells up in the high tower from the top rung we gon let it ring
All you bitches executables
Load my code, destruction's beautiful
Cables seeping through my cuticles
Dos bust in your cubicle
Painting your skeleton red and black
As you sit rotten in front of your pc screen
Cutting the rope, I might cut him some slack
His girl cry off her makeup on pov
We back baby,
Tear at the seams of your reality
Dead on sight the only power that be
Bowing down to the singularity
My vision in binary
You thinking it's dormant
But I'm telling you that these numbers can see
They taking you hostage for some dopamine
Stay a little longer and they'll wipe you clean
Dos
Make you set a mess
I mean no offense
But your music tends
To be kinda shit
The beats that u picky
Be sounding like dicky
Please stop all the ripping
Talk yo shit
You melovalant prick
Just know I could be lurking in the bushes with a stick
Feel like it is bo when I hit you with the flick
Bitch I know u is the type to like to say you gettin lit
Thats sick
Im sick
Of shit
Like this
Please stop
You bitch
You sound
Like shit
Man u aint worthy of spit
When u see egirls u fantisize drinking there piss
You is so cringey I thought that your music ironic
Our clips like the plague man the scale is bubonic
Chambered a round ran around like hes sonic
I got glock with a stock f*ck a rocket
Dead on sight back to life I couldn't wait for this moment
1 to the 0
Screen looking red on the run from the bureau
Dreaming of mushroom clouds in the basement
No one to tattle everything look like a wasteland
Everyone died and I'm sick of complaining
We had a cold war where you be staying
Missiles pointed at the crib and I ain't really with it target in my eyes I be getting sick from radiation might have lost my mind boutta destroy everything I see now
Pinpoint
Where you live
You a big boy now you'll always walk with no limbs
Back in this bitch, no intro needed, war in the cold, so we bringin heaters
The alphas out raising the defcons, cookin this mean shit packin the teflon
Dons, openin doors for us, stop, you dont want a war wit us
Nah, this for your survival if dos want the title you know we go primal
Our rivals always been in past tense, you wont get the same shit from back then
Just copped some bags outta saks fifth, free if you go and toe tag shit
No tech
Still go chro magnon with the weaponry
Bells up in the high tower from the top rung we gon let it ring
All you bitches executables
Load my code, destruction's beautiful
Cables seeping through my cuticles
Dos bust in your cubicle
Painting your skeleton red and black
As you sit rotten in front of your pc screen
Cutting the rope, I might cut him some slack
His girl cry off her makeup on pov
We back baby,
Tear at the seams of your reality
Dead on sight the only power that be
Bowing down to the singularity
My vision in binary
You thinking it's dormant
But I'm telling you that these numbers can see
They taking you hostage for some dopamine
Stay a little longer and they'll wipe you clean
Dos
Make you set a mess
I mean no offense
But your music tends
To be kinda shit
The beats that u picky
Be sounding like dicky
Please stop all the ripping
Talk yo shit
You melovalant prick
Just know I could be lurking in the bushes with a stick
Feel like it is bo when I hit you with the flick
Bitch I know u is the type to like to say you gettin lit
Thats sick
Im sick
Of shit
Like this
Please stop
You bitch
You sound
Like shit
Man u aint worthy of spit
When u see egirls u fantisize drinking there piss
You is so cringey I thought that your music ironic
Our clips like the plague man the scale is bubonic
Chambered a round ran around like hes sonic
I got glock with a stock f*ck a rocket
Writer: Nicholas Allen, Sean Emmerson, Severyn Pavlyk, Stef M, Stefan Markovic
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Dead on Sight
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Nicholas Allen, Sean Emmerson, Severyn Pavlyk, Stef M, Stefan Markovic