All love slowly fades While we refuse change And all things come and go This we know This we know You can find a reason for anything And you can make
the Electric Castle! See how it embraces the sky! How insignificant the mere mortal, dwrfed by the majesty of its electric edifice! But first, my seven
And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad Motherfuckin uzi machine Big Chief packed an M-16 Will and AK with a banana clip And little Bill had a god
boy, these niggas imposters They deserve a Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and everything I want like I got a hostage, yeah Counting seven
m a lazy sd A no feelings A no feelings For anybody else Except for my self Turn the page and it's The scoop of the century Dont wanna be l seven I
around my waist with the boomin bass Bouncin up against your body if you want the taste You can leave your name and number on the sex machine Or better
God is my computer Then I have no choice A pill for the pleasure Of an endless life The monkey house is waitin' For a christian birth It took seven days
and make rap ballads The biochemical slang Lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens Broke the slot machines
It's been long day bussin' watchin' my songs pay After the show I'm tryna kick it the King Kong way Caribou Lou and got the music machine on play All
it round, bouncing threw your town like Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second Make dirt, day Heaven I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder Spray seven
m caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery/ 7th Sign, nigga -H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus- Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust/ God
profit If I am closer to god All this faith will make you blind If you walk outta line Switch off the machine Live yourself to pray and lie I don't care what you believe If God machine
your career's lookin critical Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle fuck that I need at least seven
growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends Every human out of my sight before I count to ten One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight I'
gotten hard all the fish and whales are corpses on the scab in the darkness soldiers gnaw their tongues in pain, you see so help me God, at the end of
gotten hard All the fish and whales are corpses on the scab In the darkness, soldiers gnaw their tongues in pain, you see. "So help me God, at the end
sucka the shit sell Thats 36 o's of love, give me kiss, give me love Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
chasin' my breath I am narrowly escapin' my death, oh yes I am the Michael Schumacher of the roc roster Travelin' Mach 5, barrelin' my power can stop God God
