Songtext von Transform

(female dispatcher: your transmission was broken, how many occupants?) The far-east conference committed their most competent to this continent; north-west displaying dominance on this parchment, so spark this, puzzling paragraph half of you will be like, what? the other half will laugh I talk trash, and make you clap, and run fast whack rappers are scared of all the jokes I crack Dan Rather can't blabber another newscast without thinking that I'm the one that sent the anthrax So drop science, while I'm droppin' broken English, linguistics I'm your girl's lips like beige lipstick Now dig this: You fuck with Optimus your fuckin with a whole family of Seattle-based lyricists MC's with the same ideas, about to set it off droppin' hip-hop on its ear (affecting industry trends with a ball point pen) some loose leaf and some ideas of where to begin (musical and sound interlude) Just step the fuck back step the fuck back (?) I feel like I'm leaving my own body every time I go to sleep I wish one time that it would happen Then I could leave my flesh behind and creep quietly through the streets (?)