an innocent bystander My eye's a camera my ear's a microphone My mind is Pro Tools my head is a stool Whats recorded in my dome gets reported when I zone My
I zone My mouth is a speaker I'm anchoring the misery There's no friends my enemy of my enemy is my enemy Beekers and test tubes full of memories In my labatory I
battle cries and war paint I do with some care cause I is who they ain't That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fat Boy, ain't no keeping
got battle cries and war paint I do with some care cause I is who they ain't That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fat Boy, ain't no keeping
like soldiers on a field of battle now And the life we made together is our only common ground She's got your eyes, my nose and our hearts (Chorus)
