Matrix (feat. Dahm)

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ClydeCabbage's Notes

TAKE YO ASS TO SOUNDCLOUD AND LIKE/REPOST THIS SHIT IF YOU ROCK WITH IT
DONT JUST GIVE PROPS BECAUSE THAT MEANS PRACTICALLY NOTHING IN REALITY

Clyde Cabbage
Vodka cases, I'm taking shots like a hockey game
My 2 cents is your value matches my pocket change
Cock and aim, nah forget that I'd rather frame
your doctors name and shoot you the vaccination that causes AIDS
It's not a game, no playin' fair cause I gotta win
Told you I was dominant now I gotta bring Dahm in it
You're all a slave to the matrix in which I dominate
Encrypted customs you're following cause it's commonplace
The brainwash of the population is imminent
The same knowledge you pay to gain at a college
Is the type of information I held when I was an infant in
My mother's aarrrrms, now my IQ is infinite
You're a product of artificial intelligence
I'm a cross from the positives and the negatives
if an entity finds it's opposite sexy then
that really means that there is a god inside of the devil then
But Fuck Satan
He wants to change us to one nation
Under God, but we the think that we are above angels
Funny aint it?... Its like we hate loving and love hatin
Make money but become angered from making 1 payment?!
it's a shame that you're slave to your possessions
insane obsessions that's strengthening the chain to your oppression
you claim you're blessed but you second guess your way to get to heaven
that basic question was answered by me at the age of seven!!
My mindpower's lifting a heavyweighter up
You patients are getting crazier
than contending with Degeneration X at the 20th Wrestlemania
ya kid and lady's next when i say im degenerating ya
so submit, don't resist, or you will only find
more discomfort in self-loathing and loneliness
me & Dahm coexist, sitting in our thrones quite the coziest
and we're sill laughing at ya homelessness
 
Dahm
Where’s your home exist, where’d your heart go
The new window to your soul’s inside your smartphone
Living heartbroke, strung out
Like the sequence of numbers on your personality’s barcode
All sedated, operated and logic gated
On some Matrix shit, heavily moderated
Complicated, logarithms of fake emotion
face components for lots of people and lots of places
All dictated how your friends act
Homie where your friends at
You done lost yourself popped the blue pill
You been trapped
Stuck inside the personality people want you to have
Motherfucker do the math its one divided by a hundred
know you wasn’t born with a plastic heart
But how life operated on you got you patched and scarred
You remember having Lincoln logs and handlebars
And Captain planet but now the planet got fucking battle scars
When we didn’t give a fuck about a twitter feed
When the way you got famous wasn’t a mystery
When our taste wasn’t based upon shit that stays in our faces
We go from hate to embrace it because it never leaves
I’m fucking bored of all this same shit
Running out of patience
Need someone that’s down to Earth
You bitches on a spaceship
Ground control to Major Tom
Why you got your safety on
You dont need that helmet or that mask
You can take it off
Ain't nobody takin shots

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