Songtext von Algebra

Kept back by the deeper rumblings in my breast Bad vibes putting mad pressure on my chest Fly time is a rhythm clocking exocet Mad lines from a stranger you've already met Tribal is the plate I'm eating from, you guessed I'm full yet I cannot fit inside my vest 'Where's he at?' is the question I refuse to get Here I'm at. Right here. In your headphone set. You'll try to diss/take a crack at this/not algebra/or calculus. So take a crack at this now. Two truths make a lie, first you die then fly Cross the sky - jambalaya with your chocolate pie Suck it deep: don't let it interrupt your sleep You'll get fleas and disease when you're counting your sheep If you please, don't please 'em - run 'em off the ranch Let them grow like leaves then rip 'em off the branch Fly time is a rhythm clocking do-si-do B-boys rocking with the freak-freak: so now you know. You'll try to diss/take a crack at this/not algebra/or calculus. So take a crack at this now. It's the P.H.A.R.M.A.K.O.N. The remedy, yes the cure from the poisonous pen C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N. What you'll find inside my rhyme is enemy and friend Going N to the E the B the U.L.A. Burning all the competition with the rhymes that I say H the double O the L the I the G.A.N. Now the soul is what will signify the hooligan. You'll try to diss/take a crack at this/not algebra/or calculus. So take a crack at this now.