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sh*ggy 2 Dope
The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year,
But sporadically the circles appear
Baffling all through the history of no-man
Since fkin with the mystery of Stone Hinge
Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers, mindblowers
Nobody knows what for sure
But he knows when I walk in the vicinity
But I can read em and I believe that I need em
Im runnin through a wheat field chasin a ghost that loves circles
Use it for portals and time holes, and dance backwards and chant with the cult people
At the crop circle, I come to know people
Under moon rays, lightin up my new ways
The new lays, they mow em down in two days
A hundred days from now, well pay for that mishap
With another hurricane b*tch slap
CHORUS
The crop circles are talking to me(Circle somethin, circle somethin)
The crop circles are talking to me(Circle somethin, circle somethin)
Something slowly emerges for me(Circle somethin, circle somethin)
The crop circles are talking to me(Circle somethin, circle somethin)
Violent J
This ball of mud that we live on is alive
If you try to wipe its mouth its gonna wipe us out
I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night
Try to get my life right, pray for bright light
Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse
And the spirits will come out and dance, catch you a glimpse
Theyre like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion,
Intricately placed with secrets of white magic
Im runnin through the moon lit fields,
Followin a little orb light hopin it might reveal any secret
Its dancin and I cant catch up, and I almost ran headfirst into a truck
No compassll work and Im lookin for answers
While the sands of my hourglass fall up backwards
Have I lost you? Cause Ive lost me too
But if your hiding in the crops I will come find you
CHORUSx1
Violent J
Forty thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near spoken
In England, the face of a dead woman shown etched out a wheat field uniquely woven
sh*ggy 2 Dope
Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius
predicting the orbital patterns of Venus
And the grass behind your grandpas wood barn,
Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn
Violent J
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No explanation left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
Im layin in the crop circle countin my blessins
sh*ggy 2 Dope
It might hurt though, headaches and nausea will creep in
And your nose will bleed when ya sleep in
Violent J
Dont go near there, dont dare beware
Unless your like us, and dont care
CHORUSx2