• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• 2013 - Arctic Monkeys
• 2013 - Primal Scream
• 2013 - Mr. Sos
• 2013 - Dj Muggs Vs Ill Bill
• 2013 - Royal T

Well the times are so a'changing
Baby even when it's live
You can press pause and rewind
You knew it had to go amazing
But is this what you had in mind?
Oh there's nothing you can't find
It's two thousand and thirteen
All across the galaxy
It's two thousand and thirteen
(Yeah)
On the back of her transmitter
There's a little shiny fruit
And it's coming after you
As for Instagram and Twitter
She got caught in both lassos
And neither one will cut her loose
It's two thousand and thirteen
All across the galaxy
It's two thousand and thirteen
(Yeah)
Yeah
So baby take a walk with me
Past flying cars and time machines
There's nothing that you won't believe, no
It's two thousand and thirteen
All across the galaxy
It's two thousand and thirteen

21st century slaves
A peasant underclass
How long will this shit last?
Punk rock came and went
and nothing changed
Was it just a pose?
Every generation buys the lie
Just like the one before
Bought and sold!!!
What happened to the voices of dissent
Getting rich I guess
Become part of the establishment
Power corrupts the best
They killed the counter-culture
underground
It offers no critique
No revolutionary spirit left
They've sanitised the freaks
It's the final solution
To teenage revolution
The total subjugation
of the rock and roll nation
Inducted, corrupted, seduced & reduced
Deluded, excluded
Shackled and hooded
Soldier boys dying in the war
Hear their mothers cry
The chairman of the board of B.P./Shell
Are guilty of war crimes
Thatcher's children make their millions
Hey! Remember Robespierre!!
Guilty of complicity is guilt
What are we doing here?
It's the final solution
To teenage revolution
The total subjugation
of the rock and roll nation
Inducted, corrupted, seduced & reduced
Deluded, exluded
Shakled and hooded
Make a pact with prostitution
Sow disorder in the family
You speak of love
You speak of colours
You fear in others
What you fear in yourself
You hate in others
What you lack in yourself
Souls in chains
Souls in pain
Souls in chains
Souls in pain
The underground horses are rising
The underground horses are rising
The underground horses are rising
The underground horses are rising
Equalized
Normalized
Sanitized
Lobotomized
Equalized
Normalized
Sanitized
Lobotomized
Equalized
Normalized
Sanitized
Lobotomized
Equalized
Normalized
Sanitized
Lobotomized
Truth and lies
Truth and lies
Truth and lies
Truth and lies

Started over again,
It started over again,
It started over again,.
Started over again,
It started over again,
It started over again,.
Started over again,
We started over again,
It started over again,.
This is the start of something bigger than the end of
the Earth,
Enter Dr. Strangelove with his beautiful nurse,
Its ending on top, global onslaught, while they march
down the runway,
Country, like Crocodile Dundee,
Ready to eat, cause we hungry Monday through Sunday,
So while you’re asleep, predators try to hunt prey,
With keen strategy, to feed family,
So we breed and bleed cattle, serve the diseased
humanity,
To eat its anatomy, similar to ancient rituals,
While others watch it go down and prey for a miracle,
Unaware of what just occurred, once the music was
heard,
Light was seen and the lungs did work,
Now, do you wanna change the game? Yeah, we all do,
Cause far too many on top are god awful,
Come closer and let me show you what deep thoughts do,
So next year they’ll never be found like Where’s Waldo,
Ya’ll know, everything done,
Was an indication of what was to come, and proof lies
under the drum,
It goes, boom-bap while true rappers with flows do
cracks (??)
And people are starting to say that original shit is
beginning to move back,
So pardon me new jacks as I introduce something to
ya’ll that I call,
Raising the bar with amazing instalments of words
breaking ya jaw,
To change how ya talk, while I make metaphors,
Like this kids to read about, and implore them to take
the CD out.
It started over again,
It started over again,
It started over again,
Tell a partner, a friend,
That what they thought was the end,
Was just a new beginning,
And so, we start it over again.
Start over again,
We started over again,
We started over again,
Stop following trends,
Put the volume on 10,
Play the song for a friend,
And then, start it over again.
New world order or form,
Got you read to grab a shovel and go where it’s warm,
Or to another orbit awards,
The stars, so that next time we’re over the storm,
As long as this revolves, I’m gonna try to be large,
Enough to feed my first borns first born,
Follow the program and learn it like a church song,
So when it’s all gone you’re still lost like John
Locke,
Re-runs on, still we all play pawns,
Like a band making a song or more like a job,
Look at the system, from the roots as things fall
apart,
Some even thought guns and drugs were considered art,
But, ha, it turns out they were wrong all along,
Cause they were caught zooted taking multiple shots in
the dark,
Pssh, if only they would’ve learned from the start,
That music is art, and art is mentally inspired
thoughts.
So start it over again,
Lets start it over again,
Lets start it over again,
I don’t want it to end,
I just want it to spin,
Like the vinyl once did,
So start it over again.
Start over again,
We started over again,
Lets started over again,
Stop following trends,
Put the volume on 10,
Play the song for a friend,

Yo, a close encounter of the fourth kind
Alien abductions, suction cups, puncture and fuck
Rape, rupture and suck, clusters of pumps
Constant transfusions suction the puss
Lucid autopsies that dwarf Nazis, functions erupt
Cold war between the Devil and does God exist
No Geneva Convention politics, just tractor beams and Elohim father ships
Ever since they discovered 51, taking ten of us
For everyone of them some are never heard from again
Some return retarded, others programmed with propaganda
Honored doctors find most of their orifices tampered and soldered
Vital organs randomly removed, replaced by those of animals
In some rare cases diseases like AIDS and cancer are cured
The planet's still doomed, modern man is a fool
They plan to hit the ship floating over Iran with a nuke
After 2012 came and passed the mothership's arrival
2013 and publicly entered the world scene
I talked about this ten years ago on Non Phixion songs
Now strapped onto a table being operated on
By numerous species of various extraterrestrial feces
Transcended beyond existing thesis
No anaesthesia screaming, "Please kill me, read me Revelations 7: 17"
The lamb of God shall be the shepherd of the throne of Elohim
Why did you piss them off? Primitive and coarse
Reverse engineering built those space shuttles lifting off
Stolen recipes, stealth weaponry stop rivals alien fibers that resembled the mind of H. R. Giger
Like a Dr. York R & B ballad

[Chorus: Frank V]
When the chronic smoke clears we'll still be standing
2013 we're still commanding
Still got the block on lock airtight
So tell me what that Low Pro like, biatch
[Royal T]
Step into the hood like a motherfucking G
It's the number one vato in your hood, Royal T
President of Latin Rap, strapped at all times
Cuz vatos in the cut always trying to steal my shine
Got soldiers on the line with sixteen shotters
Waiting for me to say "Do what you gotta"
The next level shit, fuck the rap game
I'll make it rain ese, I bring the pain
Rip out your frame, blow out your brain
Fuck what you claim, it's the Low Pro Gang
Got em running scared, got em running fast
Running for my gun cuz they know I'm gonna blast
Rat-tat-tat-tat it's the rat-tat-tat-tater
The damage is done, apologies don't matter
So cross your fingers cuz you crossed the line
Now you crossed me ese, now you'll cross my nine
[Chorus x2]
[Frank V]
This type of shit got me all in a rage
This type of shit makes me wanna get the gauge
And do a drive by on the motherfucking nation
These vatos keep chipping away at my patience
I'm going out of my head, suicide
Fuck it, better yet homicide, I'm in my bucket
Got my mack mill'n on my lap chilling
And I got my shotgun sitting shotgun
Ese you ain't got one, only in your raps
I heard your cd, didn't even get a scratch
Untouchable like Elliot Ness
No vest, I'm hard to move like a pound of stress
Causing mass hysteria in your area
Fuck around with me and ese I'll bury ya
So here's the shovel fool, get to digging
I'll piss on your grave, grab the brew and get to swigging
[Chorus x2]
[Yogi]
What you know about my perro Royal
Went from loco loco cholo to Chicano Rap mogal
Hustling till the break of dawn selling at the swapmeet
Flipping chips, hitting real licks, serving bomb heat
And all the firme hynas that I know wanna play me close
Cuz they know that I know Frank V from Proper Dos
Bumping the homey Spanish Fly, loco we be do or die
Gelo is my Sicko, from Southside with OFI
When Sancho get to flipping can't nobody fuck with him
Got all the babydolls and hoodrats sprung on him
Silencer's coming at you, they're low ready to blast you
With his bow and arrow, and that's on the serio
Drowsy's back in the mix and Youngster's gone
Chicano Rap novela, Califa Thugs homes
And I'ma slap the next hoochie, I put that on