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King Lu]|Well it's the year two thousand|Well it's the year two thousand|Well it's the year two thousand|Ninety has ended|Those who pretended|Now it is time for all|My noise organizes internets like protocal|Now it all makes sense|Now it all makes sense|Now it all makes sense|Cause we are all warriors|I'm indiscreet like H20 inside air|Cause you don't see me, doesn't mean that I'm not there|I'm not there|I'm not there|I'm not there|I'm not there|You need no eyes, I rob those like the eclipse|As you now pay attention to the end apocolypse||Pick a my, peel a my, pring a my foe|You discover now what we let go|The way your toys hear, they will help you not|The beads and guns are of a far-kind forgot|You are now intune|You are now intune|You will now stay tuned to my new lyrical pen strike|Blows as it grows like the balance changing|Resembling too that of a slow explosion|For hate runs deep inside the souls of city men|That must die with swords inside the souls of city men|I place love deep inside the souls of city men|Men, city men serenades of violence|To forever be sung on the tounge of basteons|