Zone Runners - Brain Scrapped | Текст песни

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• Zone Runners
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-Intro-
And oh, I’ve been a long ways from home
And I know I’ve lost my soul
But to save the Zone I must go…

-Hook-
And that’s the truth, some obstacles are sure to wreck us
You need some proof? Look around at the fallen fellas
You better choose, move along or get comfy in the cellar
Everyday straight pourin one out for my mechas
And that’s the truth, some obstacles are sure to wreck us
You need some proof? Look around at the fallen fellas
You better choose, move along or get comfy in the cellar
Everyday straight pourin one out for my mechas

-Verse 1: Sir J-
Crazy Robo in the zone, tryna remain in control
Val and Dr. hal, steering wheel, please don't let go
'Cause I'm still not at rest, so where's my straight jacket vest
Iron-Man, time-tickin bomb within my chest
Disassembled past but it keeps comin back
Like a crappy loose wire unable to reattach
My homies in the trash, Rest in Peace within the heap
and I'll pour one out for them but never drink one for these streets
'cause this is where mechas grind, malfunction or get deleted
This is where gears cry 'cause they can't get nothin to eat
This is where hard-drives crash, needles skip a beat
Speed is time-tested as the bench marks your feet
I'm sorry but my monopoly is Uno, Jumanji
I’ve got no continues, so I can't miss The Game calling on me
was stuck in the loop with The Conveyor Belt crew
But now I'm Runnin Zones so infinite dreams can come true
I got no city on my back, just somethin I gotta do
Shout out to the ones who never could make it to Act 2
Yea, though I walk through the shadow of Doom
I'll keep my eyes on the prize: day light is comin real soon
My access memory ain't random, I gotta plan
To bring my mecha brethren into the Promised Land
Something’s gotta die, something's gotta give
I'd rather go organically than be an immortal Metal Sonic who never knows when to quit
and that's The Truth

-Verse 2: DiGi-
I see this Zone and I'm reminded
of people I once confided, for a time we stood united.
They ran ahead, delighted! Prospects of them finding
Emeralds that were shining, so they left me for dead. Dying.
A decoy that they threw in to the Spike Traps just like that.
The Doctor helped me up and that's how I bounced right back.
It's time that I reclaim my pride and reach for the blade handle
Now I'm back up in the Zone's to see how many brains I can scramble.
Bring out your buzz-saws, this blud's raw!
Throw your ass on the treadmill, you'd better run or your ass is done for!
Once more, I'ma show you fuckers what I've come for
When I electrify the air I wanna hear an electric encore!
Should again we meet and you don't believe I'm packing heat
I'll greet you with flames that erupt from underneath your feet.
I made it this far two times and you didn't see me cheat!
Act 1 to Act 2, in Act 3 you go to sleep!
Bitch!

-Verse 3: halc-
Prodigious hog from the top of my class
At the Scrap Brain Academy of Bots and Badniks
By age six, I built my first Masher
Not year later, invented the Shellcracker
At age nine, a mastermind mad doc
All the other mother fuckers getting left on the block
But then the time arrived to take arms
When I saw the way the chicks be getting treated on the Flicky farm
I had never left the Zone before
I didn't know what the bots was gettin' used for
I may be a troublemaker but I ain't evil
So I dropped out and declared war on Dean Ivo
And now I got a crew watching my back
Each with a bone to pick and a Zone to scrap so
If you're gonna fight back, better power up
'Cos we're coming at you with a full-force attack, mother fucker! (uh!)
Yeah we scrappin' these bitches

-Sir J-
Can’t take the heat? then fuck on outta my kitchen
sniffles in their nose and their tummies keep on itchin
Yeast-infected bakers never hesitate with snitchin
I least expect fakers to attain pureed consistency
Without incentive, see, they only seek a piece of margarine
But you can’t fake Al Dente quality
If you ain’t grinding for your Mill[ion] then all your brews will taste like watered down dreams

-halc-
We in the place, making blood and oil spray
Nuts and bolts be stripped away, circuits bent, wires frayed
Fried motherboards from our trojans forced a Zone lockdown
There's no escape for you now

-DiGi-
If you ain't strapped then stay back. Step up to the plate and get your plate snatched.
You lame cats just hate that. We are here to claim pay back.
And we take that with interest, so invest and get your name tag
As we call you out, your time is now. So come and get your Brain Scrapped!

-Sir J-
Said you’d gladly take a pop for me
Then why’s that glock firin’ off at me
Don’t tell me that you’ve got my back
If it’s just a knife within your grasp and it’s ready to attack me
Suckas pushing all the right buttons
Try to keep me down, Shuttin’
but look at the date: a Check-up
advised me to hibernate but now I’m back to wreck stuff, HEY!
You're lookin at the stuff known as legends
me and my breddas gon' get some
ankle-breakin the lesson, overflow misdirection
for their sake my game's gotta step up
out of fuel, in the last session
make it or shake it, it ain't no question
I'm far away from home but it's on my mind every second, yeah
(Cause Everyday straight pourin one out for my mechas)

(yeah, Everyday straight pourin’ one out for my mechas)
(yeah, Everyday straight pourin’ one out for my mechas)
(yeah, Everyday straight pourin’ one out for my mechas)
(yeah, Everyday straight pourin’ one out for my mechas)

(Hook)

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