When will this payday be? For these retired slaves Tell us this hour Tell us now! Slavedriver Poison the 666 conception now!! Hey slavedriver! I'm asking you this question again and again and again Work police- you false priest!

With this pain inside of my chest Got no choice but to carry on, uh How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused High up, but you fall down harder Carry on, life flies, so just carry on I tried to be patient with you Trapped in the concept

Are we alive or just breathing Don't close your eyes, see the images Descend into hysteria Chaos of mankind but who is listening to the voice of hatred Tortured souls lost so completely lost Weakened in the concept of decline, deception The sky weeps

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

If all these words you speak of meant a thing I'd take back all the lines against you that I sing But I know that there's nothing real inside Your heart's invested in feeding everyone lies I've seen so many of you come and go, That's 'cause your in it

I'll be waiting 7 seconds away Just as long as I stay It's not a second And when a child is born into this world It has no concept Of the tone the skin it's living in And there's a million voices Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane

I like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when To be young and in love in New York City To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me To be drunk and in

(Don't ha fi dread) This is not a dreadlocks thing You don't ha fi dread to be Rasta Divine conception of the heart, well Divine conception of the heart Don't be afraid of Jah ever burning fire The fire that reigns over heat, air and water No water can

And it's you I miss So let it out It seemed perfect, The concept, Free from any regret Another couple based on teen sex You idiot, true I was just like you You see we were just like glue And let it out, now

The dream is over God is a concept By which we measure I'll say it again I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-Ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in tarot