Crash The Server

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Prophet Ezekiel, AKA the prophecy
I had to give you my government
So you'd know me properly
See this is my property
Yet the system don't give a damn
Take Mars, remove the S, spell it backwards
I'm a ram this the jam
See, everything is hot on
This desolate planet
The type to put your satellite
Through some permanent damage
No diagnostics
All your drawers need to see a mechanic
Damn, we can't manage man, we can't vanish
I can't speak robot, but I can speak Spanish
Seems a lot of real music
Has been forever banished
Evangelists of the sonic revival
From trip-hop into tribal
Not a fight over music
This is my fight for survival
How many robots? How many rebels?
How many lighters? How many levels?
How many monkeys? How many barrels?
Left in peril
Death isn't the only thing that scare you
Toast to life

Drop the crack, start a riot
Flood the planet, be a tyrant
Paint the streets, crash the server
Express yourself, always be the converter
Drop the crack, start a riot
Flood the planet, be a tyrant
Paint the streets, crash the server
Express yourself, always be the converter