Mind TrapMind Trap11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Before reading this please imagine an over confident secret agent who thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread.
I wrote the below rhyme to this instrumental. Click play and take it away.
Start 35 seconds in to the song.
I heard something about a click clack boom
No - you ain't getting smoked that's the cloud of our fumes
we'll suffocate you within seconds of entering the room
Yeah we're the secret kind
Terrestrial we don't need antenna to get in your mind
That's what we are
We'll play with your neurons 'till you forget who you are
Who you are
Who are you?
are you really who I think you are?
This is getting surreal and beyond bizarre
That's how we were going to remember our target
is what we need
You got a twin you say - explains the wrong lead.