...what you want technology to do, to swallow you whole
spit out the seeds...
...yeah, what you went technology to be, in total control
of your beliefs...
...how do I move on a surface moving in orbit, pushed by
a force that's greater than my walks through the storm winds
the world's not surpassing black and white though, day and night mode
there's no way to play it right, so, say goodnight slow, the price
on your forehead wrinkles is a pound and a penny
sounds pretty petty, my prints never found nor the weapon
I was put down, I ain't down, better get down with my ministry
even if mentally, my elephant memory seeks infamy
attempt tracing me, now tracey and me gyrate abrasively
if she can't stay away from me, that's paper weight, she's a page to me
creative my screenplays would be, if she wants out, she'll pay the fee
I ain't got money or time, I got enough clout though basically
me' collecting a check to press identity theft
and my turk' called me on-the-strength, she in need of some dick
I'm all-law, war's a good investment, call back with specifics
then we can get busy, them identity thieves can't out-slick this..