Awakened halfway through basic training 
To find that no you'd never volunteered 
Impressed by the conduct of your elders 
Desertion can't be entertained  
Yet, anyway 
 
Issued neither sword nor uniform 
Just the regulation acorn CPU 
To water and prune  
As was shown to you 
Onc
Clot lyrics

Clot - by my own closed mind poisoned
images self imagination - sense of
reckoning haluts its gestation attitude
and feeling
e it's taken root 
 
And you 
Whether accident or souvenir 
You're here this is it 
You'd better get used to it 
We've made a place for you just you 
You'll do you'll have to 
 
Just like that you're thrown into combat 
Your comrades are falling by your side 
By chance if your column advances 
And your mission h
One Sad Boy lyrics

yeah alright mmh yeah
sit back, relax
look at everything through your magnifying-glass

yeah alright mmh yeah
lay low, don`t
s slipped your mind 
That's by design 
 
Without 9 number strings  
Of base ten digits 
Or n rolls of an icosahexahedron 
They're addressed to you 
But anyone's will do 
They're all identical 
Read in full: 
 
"Dear accident or souvenir 
You're here this is it  
You'd better get used to it 
We are counting on yo
Get Out The Club lyrics


[50 Cent-talking over beat]
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta niggau: one, two... 
You'll do you'll have to" 
 
Braced for impact  
When you meet your contact 
In the prearranged spot 
To pool dossiers 
Wondering all the way 
With no enemy 
Must we conscript any more? 
 
We'll soldier on 
We'll soldier on 
Marching along 
Marching along 
We'll soldier on 
We'll soldier on