Circuit Tree

v1:

Check your coat and your ego at the door--leave no more

Tip a cap to cerebral, we implore--no backdoor

I’m ensconced! I am evil! ‘Live Devil’ on the floor!

One-through-four, feel the kick--say no more these thieves are thick!

Raw ore to the core, no refinement in this bitch,

There’s no time, there’s no stitch; no bug, no trace, no glitch,

No pain anymore--to be sure, circuits fried

I implied certain death--in her breath she replied…

v2:

Check your tone and your baggage--keep in mind, we’ll be fine

Rendezvous with an adage; one-through-savage it’s a nine.

I’m acclaimed, I’m a proverb! I’m inane, just in time…

I am prime: a simple factor, “Hey Nineteen” is what we’re after

Lion oil, bloods boil--cram some karma in this bitch

Turpentine, burn suspension, not to mention get the ridge

Now, try it! Now, quiet! No hack to save the night.

In my mind nothing’s left, then bereft she replied...

Lyrics by MCDC

Written by Electrik Ants

Produced and Mixed by Jeff Collins

© Electrik Ants 2018