Tekst:
Prime Circle Out Of This Place

anyway. Get me out of this place, out of this war Out of my face what we fighting for Get me out of this place oh this war Out of my face what we fighting

let me see and let me find out finally, And I pray no more vines entwine me, no more vines. Staring deep inside this mirror, Trying to figure out whose

/ Since out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that humerous / heheheheh...my laugh lines have been faked for the last time / I'm past my prime

whole rhyme and re-rehearsing my lines hummin' tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready steady as a photo through the course of time then I pick out

vessels head Where I'm from the average Earth genius is placed in Special-Ed It's a part and I give telekinetic responses when you're calling A sword extends out

mines Zini at his prime, never catch me dropping dime The honey berries, necessary with a twist of lime I'm quick to spit a rhyme, any place, any time