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SPARE NO COST FOR THE TIME MACHINE
[DISCLAIMER: none of the ideas expressed on this album
are those that are held by Wet Dentist]
My words are better than your words, no matter what you say.
My air's more pure than yours is; you might as well breathe clay.
I'm looking back in time. Pyramids climb to the sky.
I say, look at Egypt right now, I mean, come on, really.
Parts are like a Soviet gulag circa Stalin when the pictures were so cool.
If someone collapses, just toss him. "No person, no problem."
Red and yellow, black and white.
The lack of factors getting in our way,
and so many advances that favor us,
we'd be fools not to take advantage;
we will be gods on Earth.
And we will spare no cost for the time machine.
It's our chance now to be eternal,
make them all pay dearly to get us there.
The decades spent activating our plans
could not have begun at a better time.
Look at Soviet Russia: their memory's a joke.
You know if the South had television,
this all wouldn't have taken so long.
There wouldn't have been no 20th Century,
but then I wouldn't have had my hiphop.
My God, the music would be terrible.
Red and yellow, black and white.
The lack of factors getting in our way,
and so many advances that favor us,
we'd be fools not to take advantage;
we will be gods on Earth.
Why are you looking at me that way?
And we would spare no cost for the time machine.
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