, so little time I think this just might blow my mind I hope there's nothing overlooked Cause I just want to shout out loud Chorus Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
the test - the circle of life - face the prime force. This is the end - have no fear - face the horned master. This is hell - the everblack spheres -
the rich, bewitch the peseants I'm floating the hoaming pigeon out hell's kitchen window Left an SOS infested bottle nestled in his grip so With a prayer circle
This fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring The prime directive selects reflective aviation Bathed in mood swing I'm broke, I know a walking
out of range...with no respect. Every time I asked for directions / All I got was dead ai, cut lines, and bad connections / People who would helo changed
the rich, bewitch the pesants I'm floating the hoaming pigeon out hell's kitchen window Left an SOS infested bottle nestled in his grip so With a prayer circle
so I heard y'all wanna float... yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood
as much as your own wicked thoughts What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court Iron hell
teeth and now I'm in full swing of the morning ritual mumbling the whole rhyme and re-rehearsing my lines hummin' tunes on solo so the voice is prime
when you see him that you wantin to touch On some Russell Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust
