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El Michels Affair & Black Thought - Protocol feat. Son Little
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
El Michels Affair
El Michels Affair
Ensemble
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Son Little
Son Little
Vocals
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Band Leader
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Songwriter
Paul Spring
Paul Spring
Songwriter
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Songwriter
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Songwriter
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
Aaron Earl Livingston
Aaron Earl Livingston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Producer
Alex DeTurk
Alex DeTurk
Mastering Engineer
Jens Jungkurth
Jens Jungkurth
Mixing Engineer

Testi

Yo, I'm from another planet, though currently I'm stranded here Where I see people clearly takin' everything for granted Where every time I lift my ship up off the ground it's landin' To my disadvantage, though, maybe I am but a gambit In hell to another standard, if I'm completely candid I fell in love with the language like a hopeless romantic I just play the dynamics, or play and pray it's organic This has been my reality, maybe I'm schizophrenic Maybe I'm just a candidate havin' his chip implanted Maybe this is a fantasy, maybe I'm disenchanted What if they just abandon me? Maybe it's how they planned it Crazy, there's still a scar on my shoulder where I was branded The protocol is overhauled, I am not a know-it-all But I need more than motor oil, signage on the broken door Said sayonara, au revoir, I'm already spoken for Focus on finally doin' somethin' on my own accord These dreams know me At least, I'll forever be My soul, you're good Naki You probably don't know how to read There's just no trees, no need At least, I'll forever be My soul, you're good Naki You probably don't know how to read They's just a part of me Call it Boston, comin' Orson They must be blind as fortune To make such major orphans, and get yours and mine in portions And I'm one of the corpses inside a designer coffin We find more Philly's Northside, that sucks behind a dolphin sometime They try to soften the blow, but it's not as often As life'll have you starvin' and sufferin' from heat exhaustion Upon the line I see there, it's harder for me to cross it Unless the universe take a hold of my hand and force it The protocol is overhaul, show me what you're zonin' on How you gon' get in touch with your spirit when this phone is off? How they back you into a corner then hold that over ya'll? Then expect me to show this love that wasn't shown to ya'll Signage on the closin' doors, said, "This ain't even home to ya'll" Now, I see that door remorse so sayonara, au revoir Just get me to that pyramid, my flyin' saucer floatin' towards 'Cause I'm laser focusin' on doin' somethin' on my own accord These dreams know me At least, I'll forever be My soul, you're good Naki You probably don't know how to read There's just no trees, no need At least, I'll forever be My soul, you're good Naki You probably don't know how to read They's just a part of me
Writer(s): Tarik Trotter, Nick Movshon, Homer Steinweiss, Aaron Earl Livingston, Paul Spring, Leon Michels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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