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1200 techniques – karma lyrics

karma, what goes around comes around right? how you treat people is how they treat you back. disrespect them, or knock them, they’re gonna slap you back. and sometimes it hurts, and thats bad karma. watch out for it.

how am i supposed to live in a world full of negative.
how am i supposed to love in a world full of push and shove.
how am i supposed to breath in a world full of l-st and greed.
well, i guess i’ll have to love day to day, and pray to god that i’ll be
okay.

these fat rats think they’re fit like they’re the iron man,
i got the iron tongue, and the iron hand, i’ll make the final stand,
the final showdowns come round to hit ya,
as i throw down my gauntlet to switch the picture.
now if ya look in he mirror ya bound to get a reflection,
like with every action, there is a reaction.
with ya dodgy actions, ya causing negative drama,
and if ya know gods law, you best watch for karma.
now im a, bomb ya, running ya traps like taps.
you think ya floating on the cream, you, and ya rat pack.
well um, take that thought back, now lets dwell,
how i should lock you like jail cells, so we can exhale.
see, im a bull, and you’se a mattador. im seeing red, and ya outa swords.
im on target like darts on boards, ya floating in sp-ce like astronaughts.
i started off last, but now im first,
while ya shame game got cut off like umbilicals at birth.

i look around the city, and its all such a pity,
everybody trying to be pretty, dont care for nitty gritty.
i look around the block, no kids playing hop-scotch,
too busy on the internet, surfing that rot.
jerks converse kinda rude like “so what ya trying to prove mate”
i say “nothing, im just trying to build the feel and not live like you”.
i got plans to take this city off the senate,
as lifes one big race and i want all entrees to win it.
if ya not with it like quiters then get out of my face,
you got no place in my grace with your grimace.
your a disgrace to the sire, you need to rekindle ya fire,
and look higher, higher (look around).
i got sounds to help you get down, so you can get up,
and avoid them stinking rats that get me fed up.
yeah they make me wanna throw up, they gotta grow up,
or they’ll be failing, and bailing, while i be sailing like noah.

melbourne, yeah yeah yeah yeaheey
sydney, yeah yeah yeah yeaheey
brizbane, yeah yeah yeah yeaheey
darwin, yeah yeah yeah yeaheey
to perth, yeah yeah yeah yeaheey
adelaide, yeah yeah yeah yeaheey
tazzi, yeah yeah yeah yeaheey
and all across the o.z.z.i.e.

picture im the boulder, it’s time to roll.
i will continue like part two with no to & fro.
aiming at infinity, starting at zero,
out to lead these poor lost souls before they fall slow.
i got the key to the door and im searching for the keyhole,
when i unlock the door i’ll bring new love to my people.
unlike the fickle fanatics who wanna cause death,
cut hopes length praying we fall to h-lls depth.
as i watch and see all our progress regress,
as what goes up, comes down. nevertheless,
we’re stunned by the horror, cold hearts wear armour,
boomerang effect, as we all face our karma.

- 1200 techniques lyrics

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