Welcome to Quazarz - Shabazz Palaces

Behold the soft cyber caress

My television who’s my lover

But jealous machines and devices

Struggle to find a light switch

Followers following, leading nowhere

Possible hope of a cyber safe house

Looming on the horizon behind us

Moving targets, targets

Moving targets for the markets

For the hopeless hopelessness prescribed — coping

Yeah

I’m from the United States of Amurderca myself

Nah, nah, we post-language, baby, we talk with guns, man

Guns keep us safe

We don’t imagine past the image

What?

Please, you know us:

We killed love, we killed money, we killed money

We killed prince

We killed shame

We killed hope

We killed sex

We killed pride

We killed style

We killed imagination

We killed fresh

We killed the game

We killed air

We killed dope

We killed dough

We killed death (body them, here he comes)

Shooting these rhymes

Bottling time

Falling in graces

It’s the coming of age-less

Turning the pages (flip)

Driving them ape shit

Recorded with tape hiss

A glitch in the matrix

Pay attention close, you kid

This the shit don’t got no lid

No gangster sound, no pop, no trend

My killer beat is not your friend

I come to throne to stop these things

I drop, they drop.

they lose, we cruise

I give a fuck about some rules

We break em' like we broke Don’s heart

I always roll the dice I’m cool

Could never follow crowds, too smart

I rock a big old jewel king crown

My girl be in a gorgeous queen gown

The filthier the word spreads round

I drown these clowns through my sound

Yo it’s going down (down, down)

Salute the noble sound (sound, clown)

I’ve been around the world ten times

I got the milky way crack flow

Me and my mother in Rio

Focus how I pop these rhymes

Lightning in a bottle

Rappers, it’s a slaughter

Styled up in my parlor (fresh)

Dressed up in my armor

Constellation squad-up

Mashing on the throttle

I got pretty daughters

All the pretty daughters holla

We killed cyber

We killed rich

We killed time

We killed cameras

We killed nude

We killed space

We killed freedom

We killed obsessions

We killed facts

We killed attention

We killed the tension

We killed parties

We killed

We killed

We killed

Clip love to the worldicidal maniacs

High off joints rolled off the consumer class

Dead dreams

Way up at the bottom in the green towers built with the data stones

Freaks of fear, drinking tears and stealing years