X-Ray Poetz - MC Cyclops - EtherGun
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                                TRACTOR BEAMS

                                MC Cyclops:
                                Tractor Beams
                                Pull in dreams
                                Walk on trampolines
                                Higher than the world seems
                                Fast, like my speed of thought.
                                Steady reads
                                Capture deeds
                                Work like centipedes
                                Action like a game needs
                                I get whatever I want.

                                MC Cyclops:
                                Never settle, creatin' heat just like a tea kettle,
                                Drop the bag into the cup, I pour and let the beat meddle,
                                Second fiddle to my postulates, I let 'em middle,
                                The world is just my wood, I sit and whittle my next riddle,
                                Gettin' lost in the confusion of a confident human?
                                The doom and gloomin' never stopping what is always movin',
                                Take a trip inside of the shoes of a giant, so pliant,
                                Never reliant on all of the things that make the people so cryin',
                                Quit trying to figure out the puffin' of chests and crests,
                                I don't invest in vests, I just digest the bests,
                                Suck the sap out of the tree called life and drink again,
                                Take a win and spin the world around my finger and then,
                                Lay my paint and brushes out and spread my special canvas,
                                Spring to madness when it comes to makin' life my mattress,
                                I never sleep, I just peep the human factory to beat,
                                Until i drop this meat and let the real me just leap.

                                MC Cyclops:
                                Tractor Beams
                                Pull in dreams
                                Walk on trampolines
                                Higher than the world seems
                                Fast, like my speed of thought.
                                Steady reads
                                Capture deeds
                                Work like centipedes
                                Action like a game needs
                                I get whatever I want.

                                MC Cyclops:
                                State of my imagination, economic demonstration,
                                Taxation? Went over that at my inauguration,
                                It's a steady upward climb, got the power of my mind,
                                Take it to the top of the mountains, feel my comm line,
                                Hold my position in space, you feel the towering bass,
                                Steady gaze of my face, whenever I feel to chase,
                                You gotta reinvent the wheel, I just steal fire,
                                Prometheus you got a problem? Cause I'm a God wired,
                                Hook me up into the Internet, and I bet I get,
                                Television set, I'm coming for you, glad we met,
                                I'm the latest technology, you follow me?
                                History you've disappeared just like psychiatry,
                                Cause your crazy if you think you'll ever sink me lazy,
                                I'm out-producing every one, from baby to old lady,
                                So let the books stack, and let the poets write,
                                And feel the fight of a light of might of dynamite.

                                MC Cyclops:
                                Tractor Beams
                                Pull in dreams
                                Walk on trampolines
                                Higher than the world seems
                                Fast, like my speed of thought.
                                Steady reads
                                Capture deeds
                                Work like centipedes
                                Action like a game needs
                                I get whatever I want.

                                MC Cyclops:
                                Stormin' beaches, takin' cities, nothing's out my reaches,
                                Sending out my peaches, plantin' em, and pickin' up the pieces,
                                Leave a world of a wonder and wake, take another stake,
                                Walk into the wilderness and bake another cake,
                                I'm a eat everything that look good, product of wood,
                                I should, shovel everything and shoot it out like Robin Hood,
                                But I'm a keep it sharper than an arrow, fly my sparrow,
                                Take it to the tips of the ledges that I walk so narrow,
                                Just to keep it a game, my legend's insane, but what in a name?
                                The competition's coming from somewhere behind my brain,
                                But that's a body part, my mind, don't make me start,
                                I got control over you, just like it's Noah's ark,
                                The art I impart is a lot of like the rest of me,
                                Destiny, keeps on popping her head trying to mess with me,
                                And I'm a keep it to the truest form, point my unicorn,
                                Stick my horn and blow into the ears of every morn'.


                                MC Cyclops:
                                Tractor Beams
                                Pull in dreams
                                Walk on trampolines
                                Higher than the world seems
                                Fast, like my speed of thought.
                                Steady reads
                                Capture deeds
                                Work like centipedes
                                Action like a game needs
                                I get whatever I want.

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