Industrial Justin Timberlake (feat. BLCKK)

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Bitch, I got money in my blood
It's what nobody wanted but I won (yeah)
I'm tryna take them to meet god
Fuck everyone, nobody get none, ah
What's the problem
I get black out, I fucking evolve (yeah, yeah)
Devil's son
I take bodies and fucking dissolve them (yeah)
Record 'til I throw up blood
Pray they don't find my funds, ah
I take what I want, no luck
Pray they don't meet no slug, yeah, yeah
In the mirror I see god
Under floorboards I sit and I haunt
I sank deeper, absorbed into dirt
I exist as a sin in the Earth

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Uh, piss on the floor at the rave
Reflecting shadows trapped on my cave
Entertained by a force that don't have a face
Obscured senses fill in the blank spots
Everything I do is run by blackrock
I am maggot, yeah, I am a maddock
Pacing back and forth trapped on a catwalk
Amazon drones are coming to bug me
Television screen sky all I see above me
Something in the water and I think that it drugged me
Something in my blood and I think that it is money
Lost control
Mod my shit, I'm changing code
Breaking bones
Go
This contradiction zone
Am I a body or a phone
I'ma system blower
Uh, I lost control

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(The battle for the mind of North America)
(Will be fought in the video arena)
(The video drone)
(The television screen is the retina of the mind's eye)
(Therefore, the television screen is)
(Part of the physical structure of the brain)
(Therefore, whatever appears on the television screen)
(Emerges as raw experience for those who watch it)
(Therefore, television is reality)
(And reality, is less than television)

Excuse me, are you okay?