120 Seconds

Yo Double-A
I blaze this energizer lets see you pull this one...
[Aceyalone:]
Happy birthday to me
Happy earth day to we
I just turned a hundred and seventy five million
Two hundred and seventy three
And Im at my peak
Our pick of the week
Straight tweaked with a godly type mystique
???? Spock, nanou nanou ? ??
Abort, distortion report on which sort
A quick court, support, cut short
Time warp, interplanetary movement
Ill say, foul play, hey
Which way does Willy Wonka stay ?
We came to see the chocolate sway
Happy birthday to me, to me
Hip hip hooray to me, to me
Synthetic or prototype
Genetical photocopy
Xerox and medical mocks to breakthrough
Shocks and shakes you
As Acey takes you
Through lyrical masochism
And as I blast the last to give em
Dissect, insect, inflict, whoa
Destination one- two-oh
Ohhhh
One hundred and twenty seconds until you die
When I die, bury me under the gravel
Travel fifty feet down, step out and pack me in
I acknowledged( ?_ I wont be back again
Now Im a entity, ex-humanity within
Earthly vanities, sunshine and the wind
I suppose, ambrosell rose your soul
To give you immortality and infinity skin
But youre immortal close, you froze
(ah.. he froze)
Now your takin in a free fall in the end
Every draft, breeze, trickle of water, a sound wave
In your perimeter is similar
And behaves as a test to manifest life forms
It forms a warm blunted
Heavily budded individual
In the visual eye
Cut it, gut it, fry
I am invisible so is it impossible to cry?
Nope, soak my pillow case
I wrote a little taste
Im hopin the middle breaks the lies
My objective remains at one with the stainless steel object
Still feels the pain
Flagrant, nefarious
Fragrence of various ages
And chemical compounds compounded
A bouquet, a readily picked array
Of dandelions, roses, pointset-i-as
Gold marigolds in a vase thats passed to monks
And kindred, intended, descended
And suspended in mid- air
Match amended and I ended on a bad note
Put salt in the open wound and I broke