Got caught slipping with they hands out
Bad for them
Freeze tag no longer fun
We shook to wake him up
As to a sound, there was none
Only pity lined the cup
Trust me, corners make lovely vantage points
Lucky there's no banners up
Wanted in lands throughout Canada
I'm smoking fairy dust
Won't need no how, when, or what
I practice alibis for fun
I steal food of your plate and run (Hahaha)
Uh
Im the-
Im the-
Yo
Im the-
Check it
I'm the main dish
You a bowl of rice
You are painkillers
I'm a natural high
Lay in bed immobile, impossible, focus
The dope gets burned to the roach
Dead soldiers in a moat
Family didn't know but CIA built a city where DNA cost a penny
Operation: Clone the Dead Ones
Spotted once in the frozen section at Wegmans
Forgive me
I wasn't hiding glances, it was strange
Slaughtered victims rain down
You can miss me as the brain child
Kiss the missus on my way now
I roamed New York on a horseback in a yellow poncho
Pronto the fronto unraveled
Into the fiery flame child
So-so on the roll
So-so on the roll
Commence the reckoning of old woes
The savings on a ring
Constructed from from fake gold
For the sake of bling
A string of people on Canal street
Eyes stinging
Operating behind the scenes
I'm the one you're seeing
Who's to say now what you being in
Remains a construct
Wrote for weeks and I'm still stuck
Still crushing up weed nugs
Ill beats in the system
Clenched fist when I see them
Dusting off my new duds
There's a new meaning for the world I see
There's a new ceiling
Chilling to realize it tainted
Ever since the beginning
News to me
Real eyes
Solemn scene
The love was seldom seen since
2-
2 0 0 3
CIA (2003) Video (MV)
Performed By: Signal Coast
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Charles Rapaport, Kijani-Ali Gaulman
Signal Coast - CIA (2003) Lyrics
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Got caught slipping with they hands out
Bad for them
Freeze tag no longer fun
We shook to wake him up
As to a sound, there was none
Only pity lined the cup
Trust me, corners make lovely vantage points
Lucky there's no banners up
Wanted in lands throughout Canada
I'm smoking fairy dust
Won't need no how, when, or what
I practice alibis for fun
I steal food of your plate and run (Hahaha)
Uh
Im the-
Im the-
Yo
Im the-
Check it
I'm the main dish
You a bowl of rice
You are painkillers
I'm a natural high
Lay in bed immobile, impossible, focus
The dope gets burned to the roach
Dead soldiers in a moat
Family didn't know but CIA built a city where DNA cost a penny
Operation: Clone the Dead Ones
Spotted once in the frozen section at Wegmans
Forgive me
I wasn't hiding glances, it was strange
Slaughtered victims rain down
You can miss me as the brain child
Kiss the missus on my way now
I roamed New York on a horseback in a yellow poncho
Pronto the fronto unraveled
Into the fiery flame child
So-so on the roll
So-so on the roll
Commence the reckoning of old woes
The savings on a ring
Constructed from from fake gold
For the sake of bling
A string of people on Canal street
Eyes stinging
Operating behind the scenes
I'm the one you're seeing
Who's to say now what you being in
Remains a construct
Wrote for weeks and I'm still stuck
Still crushing up weed nugs
Ill beats in the system
Clenched fist when I see them
Dusting off my new duds
There's a new meaning for the world I see
There's a new ceiling
Chilling to realize it tainted
Ever since the beginning
News to me
Real eyes
Solemn scene
The love was seldom seen since
2-
2 0 0 3
Bad for them
Freeze tag no longer fun
We shook to wake him up
As to a sound, there was none
Only pity lined the cup
Trust me, corners make lovely vantage points
Lucky there's no banners up
Wanted in lands throughout Canada
I'm smoking fairy dust
Won't need no how, when, or what
I practice alibis for fun
I steal food of your plate and run (Hahaha)
Uh
Im the-
Im the-
Yo
Im the-
Check it
I'm the main dish
You a bowl of rice
You are painkillers
I'm a natural high
Lay in bed immobile, impossible, focus
The dope gets burned to the roach
Dead soldiers in a moat
Family didn't know but CIA built a city where DNA cost a penny
Operation: Clone the Dead Ones
Spotted once in the frozen section at Wegmans
Forgive me
I wasn't hiding glances, it was strange
Slaughtered victims rain down
You can miss me as the brain child
Kiss the missus on my way now
I roamed New York on a horseback in a yellow poncho
Pronto the fronto unraveled
Into the fiery flame child
So-so on the roll
So-so on the roll
Commence the reckoning of old woes
The savings on a ring
Constructed from from fake gold
For the sake of bling
A string of people on Canal street
Eyes stinging
Operating behind the scenes
I'm the one you're seeing
Who's to say now what you being in
Remains a construct
Wrote for weeks and I'm still stuck
Still crushing up weed nugs
Ill beats in the system
Clenched fist when I see them
Dusting off my new duds
There's a new meaning for the world I see
There's a new ceiling
Chilling to realize it tainted
Ever since the beginning
News to me
Real eyes
Solemn scene
The love was seldom seen since
2-
2 0 0 3
Writer: Charles Rapaport, Kijani-Ali Gaulman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid