I don’t want no trouble babe
I just wanted you to see
That I can get you much better love
I’ll be that bitch she’ll never be
I ain’t no homewrecker, but you deserve that killerbee honey!
I’ll give you up for anything but easy
Let me reply this got to be me
You can’t imagine what I am going through
and all those ladies stop and stare at you
Now come on and get it
Now let’s get higher
Because I’m the kind of girl dancing on a steel wire
Walk down here, baby
leave it all up to me
while I will make you cry for more
Before you know it you’ll be begging me on your knees
Cause I got the fire
Now come on and get it
When it comes to making love
I’m the one you’re looking for
But don’t you waste al of your time
Come over here before I’ll change my mind
I know you can feel it
I'm everywhere
Designed to destroy every sound system on this planet
Spreading by thousands across the entire nation
Resistant to any attempt of digital reputation
I'm invading your system
Like a music disease
I'm going deeper and deeper
Get you down on your knees
And you got no medicine against the shock
I'm stuck in your head, until my heart stops!!!!!!!
The orbital motions of the planets define
The uniform measure, the ephemeris time
And I try to make time with the Gods at Godspeed
Cause time waits for no man, indeed
It’s about time
Time being a universal spell
Time healing, time leading to the proper moment
Promising good times when times are hard
Like the good old days
Trails of blood on slices of trees
The wounded bird signs the time on sheets
Indicating meters for beats
Written as a fraction of a complex equation
A complex situation
Style evolves until it has reached the point of perfection
The evolutionary concept of our style
Style evolves until it has reached the point of perfection
Then it evolves no more and faces possible extinction
Unless its genes are passed on to the offspring
Once accepted by the collective
We are on the verge of a new era
The question is:
Have we already reached the motherfucking point of perfection?
The evolutionary concept of our style
The question is:
Have we already reached the motherfucking point of perfection?????????
Back of the line BIATCH!
Hey you fuckin' BIATCH guess it's hard to admit,
that all that you're producing is some copycat shit!
Hey you fuckin' BIATCH getting back of the line,
cause with your sorry ass tracks it just saved your time!
Hear me fuckin' BIATCH just get out of our way,
cause with your bullshit talk your fucking up our day!!
And if your a fucking BIATCH then you know what to do,
stop polluting the scene, its a message to you!!!
