Lyrics

ZANE
takin? over the world
composed by: zane & john duarte

chorus-- /like pinky and the brain/ i'm taking over the world/ who's coming with me/ cause its actual/ i got a fucking army that's tactical/ can't be battling me cause i'm factual/ got troops on the streets with the capitals/ W.R.A./ brainwashing your kids this way/ don't believe me but trust what i say/ cause I'm inzane like motherfucking pinky and the brain-- / can i reinvent history/ when supposedly history repeats itself/ but nothings impressed me so far as to bother making a sound / still smells every time we try writing it down/ how do you know the story wasn't embellished a little/ sugar coated the cherry in the middle a little/ so how do we get them to believe in this shit/ use religion to a whole crowd who's bowing to a chant /that's it/ everybody come on and join on in/ i wanna hear you shout it over and over again/ blown away by the feeling of intensity/ invest in me/ caused i'm stocked with greed/ taking interest in anything i find to be interesting/ you better start hiding what the fuck you intend to keep/ you best believe what you see when you hear the sound of this calvary's marching beat/ Chorus/ wait a minute dude / did you just speak / hold the beat / there will be no speaking unless spoken to / people ask but nobody listens / they keep bitching about being barefoot in the kitchen/ twitching looking at it licking the spoon before i even have a chance for a taste/ i?ve started a race/ we all have a place in this heat/ mines to rule and yours is to keep getting me my motherfucking toiletries/ rich with intelligence/ drunk super naturalist/ the space cadets have landed/ but no ones recognizing it/ you've seen the scenes/ now its time you start taping 'em/ keep your marines/ got the machines that are making 'em/ got the formula and taking 'em/ injecting in/ infectionous venom/ hormones that groan / testosterones blowing the roof off this motherfucka exploding their bones/ in the final stretch now and i'm taking it home / the names Zane / chorus x2/ and my brain computes at speeds never before dreamed / spitting why your rhymes are still sitting in quarantine/ fuck the slow shit/ captain ordered it warp speed / houston / we're ready for lift off / system checks complete / ladies and gentlemen buckle those belts on your seats / let's give 'em something that nobody's never before seen / now its time you put your motherfucking hands up and follow me/ ***GUN SHOTS***/ i said follow me / ARMY MARCH BREAK DOWN/ Chorus/
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