Dodger

Clipping

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    Check the coordinates
    Something's a mess in the orbit
    Best get a hold of it
    A routine check will make it known
    Scanning international space
    For a satellite that's out of place
    Shouldn't be a red light shining on the face
    Of this analyst, but the interface is all solid
    And that's bad, time for everybody to find a crashpad
    Or bunker, nobody would've thunk but
    It's plain to see, another unexplainable anomaly
    If money's unavailable
    Inevitably anything depending on the stable Internet is gonna crash (Tear it down)
    Debatable what happens after that, it doesn't matter, really

    All she gotta know is that it's bad
    So she
    Ring the alarm, please be on guard
    Though these things are often harmless
    No need to be alarming, but please be warned
    Easily this leads to carnage
    People freak with no tech
    Microchip in yo' neck
    Won't connect, evil things be offline
    Again, things'll be fine
    Probably
    Modified, anybody'll prodigy up
    That's any Dodgers be knocking the plugs
    Fucking up all the advances, when the chances
    Of them making a dent are the damnedest
    Understand, it's the

    Dodger
    Find them
    End them

    Virus, virus
    Time is of the essence
    When you find this virus
    Mine its obsolescence, you must
    Kill that shit
    Kill that shit
    Kill that shit
    Kill it

    Human unedited, ended the technical betterment
    For all the rest of 'em, though
    Upend excessive unethical detriments
    What are they other than pests to control?
    (Pests to control)
    Best get the trap, group 'em together and dead 'em like that
    You can loop in the general public, they love it
    You justify suffering by snuffing a rat
    Pickin' up a hot wire
    Hear the clipping, you tell he spittin' hot fire
    But see the difference, he is managing to hand 'em propaganda
    Understand he has the damage of a Rottweiler

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    Bite down, with a
    Jaw on swole and mug on mean
    Wakin' up your family with stuff unseen
    Errybody panickin' because that dream
    Show 'em all the savagery of them rat things
    That shit gon' fuck up the order
    Have 'em throwing fits when they stuck at the border
    Feelin' that they deserve better than a police state shit
    If you knew better, do better, bitch don't hate
    She think to herself
    She run through the halls
    She flippin' the switch
    She making the calls
    On the direct line to a president's head
    But the President is already dead
    (What?)

    Dodger
    Find them
    End them

    Virus virus, time is of the essence
    When you find this virus
    Mine its obsolescence, you must
    Kill that shit
    Kill that shit
    Kill that shit
    Kill it

    Be the citizen you need to be
    If innocence is in your future
    You are either in the net
    Or you against the wall
    Either a protector or rejector
    And rejectors won't be tolerated
    They'll be hunted down to help eject them all
    Be the citizen you need to be
    If innocence is in your future
    You are either in the net
    Or you against the wall
    Either a protector or rejector
    And rejectors won't be tolerated
    They'll be hunted down to help eject them all

    Virus, virus
    Time is of the essence
    When you find this virus
    Mine its obsolescence, you must
    Kill that shit
    Kill that shit
    Kill that shit
    Kill it
    Kill it
    Kill it

    Kill it
    Kill it
    Kill it
    Kill it
    Kill—

    See how he run
    See how he run
    See how he never would pick up a gun
    See how he jump like it was nothing on the Earth to hold him down
    Gotta admit, that look like fun
    It look like fun
    The fuck is fun when the war ain't done?
    If the war ain't done, then the war ain't won
    And you swore to uphold all the pillars of the federated something-some, uh, um
    The song they used to hum at school
    With the rules and the reasons to do all the things that you do
    In the name of the thing
    What the fuck is the shit they sang?

    But this man elevates, and it makes it seem insane
    Asinine, even, assassinate him for what?
    Justify treason to capture this feeling, has to be love
    It's a dust on the heart, gotta get the rust off
    It's a muscle, you must jumpstart
    It's been a minute, isn't it a little bit bitter
    To be intimate with the enemy anyway?
    It is better to cut
    That would make you a Dodger, too
    True, but if that's really what you gotta do
    You just admit it's a better ending
    To end up defending the very enemy you meant to subdue

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