Your construction    Smells of corruption    I manipulate to recreate    This air to ground saga    Gotta launder my karma       I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans    You'll get down on your muthafuckin' knees    And it's time for your sickness again    Come on and tell me what you need    Tell me what is making you bleed    We got two more minutes and    We gonna cut to what you need    So one of six so tell me    One do you want to live    And one of seven tell me    Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give    Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees    Tell me is it time to get down       I'm blown to the maxim    Two hemispheres battlin'    I'm blown to the maxim    Two hemispheres battlin'    Suckin' up, one last breath    Take a drag off of death       Hey Mr. Policeman    Is it time for getting away    Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road    And running from your ass today    Now tell me if do you agree    Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed    I got a few more minutes and    I'm gonna cut to what you need    So one of six so tell me    One do you want to live    And one of seven tell me    Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give    Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees    Tell me is it time to get down       Got a revolution behind my eyes    We got to get up and organize    Got a revolution behind my eyes    We got to get up and organize    Got a revolution behind my eyes    We got to get up and organize    You want a revolution behind your eyes    We got to get up and organize       Come on baby tell me    Yes we aim to please