These beats are out of fashion, this groove is 20 years old
Take the weakest thing in you
And then beat the bastards with it
And always hold on when you get love
So you can let go when you give it
You hem me in -- behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
When all else fails, claim it's rigged.
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
IEI-Ni Beta quadra