Your construction, smells of corruption
I manipulate to recreate
This air to ground saga
Gotta launder my karma

I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans
You'll get down on your mother***kin' knees
And it's time for your sickness again
Come on and tell me what you need

Tell me what is making you bleed
We got two more minutes and
We gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me, one do you want to live

And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your mother***kin' *** to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your mother***kin' knees
Tell me is it time to get down

I'm blown to the maxim, two hemispheres battlin'
I'm blown to the maxim, two hemispheres battlin'
Suckin' up, one last breath take a drag off of death

Hey, Mr. Policeman is it time for getting away?
Is it time for driving down the mother***kin' road?
And running from your *** today
Now tell me if do you agree

Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed
I got a few more minutes and
I'm gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me

One do you want to live and one of seven tell me
Is it time for your mother***kin' *** to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your mother***kin' knees
Tell me is it time to get down

Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize

Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
You want a revolution behind your eyes
We got to get up and organize

Come on baby tell me
Yes we aim to please