Push Button Objects - 360 Degrees lyrics

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Push Button Objects - 360 Degrees lyrics

[Movie Quotes Intro] Well this is the effect, all these films beginning ??? The kids are very impressionable. Three? They see all these films and they want to imitate their heroes What heroes though? All they see is robbers, rapists, muggers, and murderers I'm impressed, you're a k**er [Mr. Lif] Yo The plans' covered in asphalt The Lord told me that its man's fault For perpetuating detrimental ways of living we can't halt Everything inside ya move You're caught inside a homicidal groove Where only the idle loose By violating one of life's most vital rules Thou shalt not But hell is a foul spot, where many are misinformed when they are taught And thus cherish the untrue Then die for the lies that they clung to Del and I were there when they hung you And as you swung to and fro We asked, (where did the humane humans go?) With none in sight We're left to focus on the same stunning fight That spites the same force that put the sun in flight So I summon night The lack of light left some in fright And living in fear With something they couldn't bear I promise to tell the truth and the whole truth I solemnly swear [Chorus 3x] Left Right Up Down Diagonal Three-hundred and sixty degrees [Dj Craze scratches "three sixty degrees"] [Del the Funky h*mosapien] Progression, the lesson I figure out which direction, then jettison Minimalize perplexion Flesh and bone, that's just a physical I got a spiritual Awareness, I have risen to Its not mystical, something that I listen to When these plastic motherf**ers try to get in-to My cypher, I ciphen they blood like they split in two Yeah, Del, repel, arduous The purest, give 'em service With no insurance Evil I see through, like cellophane Knowledge of self, that's why people see Del is strange They wanna humanize the most demonic dudes Apply harmonic rules Decide, who is the guy Americas' Just like a pair of glove Don't want to share with us Anarchy, tear it up [Chorus 3x] [Craze scratches "three sixty degrees"] [Mr. Lif then Del alternating stanzas] The new era, brings terror You wish the quality of life was better Peep the dilemma Yeah life's getting dimmer Stomachs' gettin' thinner But your souls keep you full, obesity is for sinners The sentiment lingers Low self-esteem hinders I tell my people 'bout slavery, no one remembers Maybe they ought to take a look in they mirrors Like Michael Jackson, and they actions gettin' clearer Beware, the imagery might scare ya If you ain't close to the source, then you don't like prosperity One or many waitin' in line for therapy But everyone bear a seed Pure as the air we breathe [Craze scratches "three sixty degrees"]