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cosmonaut rock - kounterclockwise lyrics

cosmonaut rock
lyrics by deacon burns

kounterclockwise tick tock and you don’t stop
making the spot hot with this hip hop
b-boys pop lock
b-boys pop lock
cosmonaut rock
cosmonaut rock

i’m a lying, egotistical, conniving, hypocritical, bigot!
so when i call you a b-tch, that’s why i did it
lyrics so poisonous when i spit
it can melt your face from the concentrated acid
can you hear it?
that’s the sound of scorned souls and slaughtered slaves beheaded and
betrayed the american way
so don’t get all sarah mclaughlin dog commercial face on me
f-cka time to pay
i’ll be a devil until i’m an angel
elevate like criss angel
break your ankle like kurt angle
then yell out mindfreak
while innocent pedestrians run for protection from these cleveland streets
throwing temper tantrum fits when i spit
i’m all over the place like broken gl-ss and bird sh-t
i am your tourniquet, it’s the deacon from the pulpit
screaming f-ck the rich
time to take their sh-t

kounterclockwise tick tock and you don’t stop
making the spot hot with this hip hop
b-boys pop lock
b-boys pop lock
cosmonaut rock
cosmonaut rock

i’m an alcoholic drug incarnate
d-mned by the public, hated, cursed, and wanted
wheelchair crippled, wishful, sinful, twisted
dead or alive? i want what’s mine, so f-ck it!
contaminated by the music
a melancholic mechanic with a mental mechanical yearning of me
serving this radio-centric cybernetic planet with an atomic bomb
this is a warning from a sideshow carnival freak
with a contorted spine, gimp leg, my muscles got atrophied
my wheelchair needs batteries
life is a b-tch indeed
thank god for liquor, pills, and weed
now kneel before your conqueror
feel the blood and thunder
the game has made me bitter
so f-cker you got to suffer
i’ll plunder your little paper
middle finger to haters
i’m a hunter and a predator
out to k!ll the oppressor

kounterclockwise tick tock and you don’t stop
making the spot hot with this hip hop
b-boys pop lock
b-boys pop lock
cosmonaut rock
cosmonaut rock

i’m not contrived or controlled but my mind is contorted
i refuse to be a puppet just to please the f-cking public
now it’s time to serve the servants
self-appointed judges judge it
but they all sound really stupid
cause
they still don’t f-cking get it
they just want a bunch of saturated mimics with a gimmick
tattooed gold trinkets with some dumbed down lyrics
then they put you in a box with a bow, neat package
then they ram you down the throat of the people, make them eat it
cause it’s played on the radio thirty times a second
it’s a subliminal message, now you swear that you love it
another hit record #1 with a bullet
grammy nominated then it’s thrown in the garbage
it’s a never ending cycle and i’ll never understand it
these labels are under handed and they’re quick to take advantage
leaving you lost and stranded
broken down and damaged
confused and abandoned

kounterclockwise tick tock and you don’t stop
making the spot hot with this hip hop
b-boys pop lock
b-boys pop lock
cosmonaut rock
cosmonaut rock

- kounterclockwise lyrics

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