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mr. sos - warp zone 8 (gone) lyrics

[intro]
(ha ha.. yeah.. mr. sos.. enok.. yo..)

[verse 1]
i got a cerebellum filled with lots of words
pocket full of lozengers and lungs full of rasta herbs
getting higher than a flock of birds
so when i tweet or talk a verse
you know i was put here to rock the earth
like the b-ss boost on a boombox, superb
all that other claptrap that they rap’s absurd
back back & forth
b-tch, gimme something new before i snap and serve you like a plastic fork
everybody want something different but n-body wanna stand alone
i’m like, hands down, i just wanna stand out
but sometimes sh-t happen to you that you can’t control
that’s a whole other lesson in life, murphy’s law
so i stay ten steps ahead like a chess board
yes, yes, ya’ll
p-wn for a p-wn
sn-tch your queen, checkmate your king then i’m gone

[hook]
i’m gone
ain’t no way you could catch me
cause when you get here i’ma be gone
you can’t be what i am cause
even if you try then i’ma transform
you could never be me, feel me? k!ll me
i could still be reborn
ain’t no way you could catch me
cause when you get here i’ma be gone

gone (repeat)
go (repeat)

[verse 2]
i’m gone
off on another path to reach my dreams using what i already have
everready battery brain
heavier than that
cold as a ghost train on a cemetery track
thirteenth bullet point for my discog
this job i’ve held down like a disk jock on the 1210s
fast paced with a steady hand
so dope whenever i telegram i k!ll a gram
staring at the ceiling fan like andre in elevators
trying to catch a feeling off of them instrumentals
searching for inspiration, trying to be influencial
and save this generation with a memento
boombox, paper, pencil
take you back to 1990, nintendo
more than a symbol, it’s a movement
just as long as you hold on and keep it moving going forward
(yes)
but no i ain’t morphin, i’m warpin
underground like i’m snorkelin
this is the truth and they are just a portion
too bad they mom & dad never have an abortion. ha
is that bad? f-ck it. make him an orphan
turn it to a book called phantom of the corpses
cryptic however the dopest
cause i k!ll k!llers, so f-ck dexter morgan
i got extra organs
extra morbid
professional swordsman
intelligent hoodlum
conceptual foreman constructing universes
cl-sters of galaxies forming in the circles of my fingerprints
behold the work of g*niuses
he’s the dj/producer enok & call me diaz or the sauce man
mr. sos the boss man
lapping a race, the only time we ever cross paths
(aw d-mn.. i am gone)

(hook)

(outro)
so gone..
out of this earth..
flying out past the clouds..
oh snap..
is that a bird?
get outta my way, bird..
out…

- mr sos lyrics

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