Welcome to Quazarz

Lyrics

[Intro] Behold the soft cyber caress My television who's my lover But jealous machines and devices Struggle to find a light switch Followers following, leading nowhere Possible hope of a cyber safe house Looming on the horizon behind us Moving targets, targets Moving targets for the markets For the hopeless hopelessness prescribed - coping [Verse] Yeah I'm from the United States of Amurderca myself Nah, nah, we post-language, baby, we talk with guns, man Guns keep us safe We don't imagine past the image What? Please, you know us: We killed love, we killed money, we killed money We killed prince We killed shame We killed hope We killed sex We killed pride We killed style We killed imagination We killed fresh We killed the game We killed air We killed dope We killed dough We killed death (body them, here he comes) Shooting these rhymes Bottling time Falling in graces It's the coming of age-less Turning the pages (flip) Driving them ape shit Recorded with tape hiss A glitch in the matrix Pay attention close, you kid This the shit don't got no lid No gangster sound, no pop, no trend My killer beat is not your friend I come to throne to stop these things I drop, they drop. they lose, we cruise I give a fuck about some rules We break em' like we broke Don's heart I always roll the dice I'm cool Could never follow crowds, too smart I rock a big old jewel king crown My girl be in a gorgeous queen gown The filthier the word spreads round I drown these clowns through my sound Yo it's going down (down, down) Salute the noble sound (sound, clown) I've been around the world ten times I got the milky way crack flow Me and my mother in Rio Focus how I pop these rhymes Lightning in a bottle Rappers, it's a slaughter Styled up in my parlor (fresh) Dressed up in my armor Constellation squad-up Mashing on the throttle I got pretty daughters All the pretty daughters holla We killed cyber We killed rich We killed time We killed cameras We killed nude We killed space We killed freedom We killed obsessions We killed facts We killed attention We killed the tension We killed parties We killed We killed We killed [Outro] Clip love to the worldicidal maniacs High off joints rolled off the consumer class Dead dreams Way up at the bottom in the green towers built with the data stones Freaks of fear, drinking tears and stealing years