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memoirs of a clone - watkin tudor jones lyrics

open your mouth, stick out your tongue and go “ahh”

the powers that be, know me as mr. jones
just another genetically engineered clone
but on the streets i’m known as natas
drock, your microchip cold man, gimme the cash
and i feel obliged to part with some of my stash
i move through the city on my hoverboard, slangin’ cities
i get a call on my neurocom, “jo, who’s this?”
“what-up jo, 10 minutes, your place, lets do this!”
[?] i hope that i know yours is fine
but the kid’s better drunk and half doped this time
when i arrive, shes waiting outside
she bows and says “please come inside”
i kick back on her sofa as she serves me green tea, on her knees
then shes like “natas please”
the drunk jones, have had it up to here with your sh-t
everytime i come around, you’re on this freebie tip
you’re gonna catch a fat lip, down goes my zip
there goes my stress, as jo does what jo does best
but drock it joe, this is the last time
pull her head back, and bless her with some liquid sunshine
and she carried on real nice..
yeah..
know what i’m saying?

open your mouth, stick out your tongue and go “ahh”

just as i’m about to get my head blown off
the pig detector on my neurocom goes off
drock, it’s a set up, jo lifts her head up
i bust her in the grill then get up
pull up my pants, override her door lock
and check, quickly insert a prototype frequency jammer
that i haven’t tried yet
outside 20 skyhogs, set the night alight
ready to blow up the spot like dynamite
i got the thunder stick in each hand, ready to blast ’em
but this invisible man moves right past ’em, drocking cl!cks
seems like i’m gonna have to pay a visit to the witch

open your mouth, stick out your tongue and go “ahh”

yo, this old bald guy in a white robe
sitting on top of a building, scopes out the street down below
his attention rests upon this chick in a red chinese dress
as he awaits the upcoming task
she walks next to this cat in a grey suit
it’s the year 2022
5 b-boys blend in with the air
wearing thermal-optic camouflauge gear draw near
she turns in to an alley to let them believe they got them cornered
tells the guy to stay back, and steps forward
with graceful ease she draws signs in the air
directed toward her enemies
and the 5 b-boys all drop to their knees
with their hands around their throats, and begin to squeeze
as they stare at the chick with frantic disbelief
the old bald guy, falls from the sky
like a leaf, she detects him
releases her force beneath the flagship
a hundred windows shatter, as he comes flying at her
in a blinding flash, they clash
as the gl-ss rains down
6 bodies lie motionless upon the ground
she raises her hand and they burst into flames
mr. jones and his body guard exit the frame

open your mouth, stick out your tongue and go “ahh”

they track me down to find out what the drocks going on
the name is mr. jones baby, and right now i’m gone

- watkin tudor jones lyrics

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