M Phase The world is made of numbers, and numbers made by men So can I rule the world if I can count to the number ten? If I count ten, twenty people die I think I failed my test, I really wonder why Its all about perception the lesson of how we eye I pull a Smith and Wesson to head Im ready to die But Numbers cant change as long as eyedentify Time is a constraint that paints all of our minds Were trapped within the matrix Are brains are chained to a computer thats on a spaceship Numbers bring pain, parasitic in our nature They bring torcher chambers and picket flamers to pain us Think of 911 numbers have more meaning then the souls who went to heaven Now I dip pen in logic never fallacy, but in this galaxy, why can it be? We smoke cannib just to have our fantasies imagined G Numbers determine whether you earnin cash, if not you gotta hustle the crack Just to feed your fam god damn, The world is cold Will you stay strong like cellulose or your sell your soul
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