Cult of Personality

Wake me up, electric city Demi gloss, we connect so pretty You recall another witness You would come right back and I say It's a conversation I can't act without an explanation You just call another witness I would come right back and I hope You're on the come up You are the soldier in my cup It's where the party ends We can go today Baby, come in Everywhere I look, I find you Where you going? I said I'd stay true It's two in the morning I don't need nobody else But you're my tragedy Please don't make me say it Cult of Personality In the tower Fishing nets in the beds of flowers You call another witness I would come right back and I hope It's all a come up You are the soldier in my cup It's where the party ends Baby, come in Everywhere I look, I find you Where you going? I said I'd stay true It's two in the morning I don't need nobody else But you're my tragedy Please don't make me say it Cult of Personality Please don't make me name it Cult of Personality Please don't make me say it Cult of Personality I don't need nobody else But you're my tragedy

Come to me across this land Travel over desert sands Heathen soul my holy role Worship at my totem pole Dry bones cracked and scarred Charred remains of ransacked homes What was stolen is forgotten What remains is all you own The hour is at hand - command Command me to rise The hour is at hand, I command I command you live not die Exodus, the grand façade Days of flame nights cold and hard From a slave emancipation From the grave no reparation Come with me across this land Travel over desert sands Heathen soul my holy role Worship at my totem pole The hour is at hand - command Command me to rise The hour is at hand I command We all now arise Yeah! Lost in the grains of a tempestuous sea Hell is a drowning into this white heat Losing your mind desperately try to flee Lost in the sands, taste of burning defeat Hey! Hey! Hey! Watch for the snake as it moves to the tune Look for the snake, hear it calling to you Shed like the snake see how it lives anew Be like the snake it survives, so shall you Oh! Come to me across this land Travel over desert sands Heathen soul my holy role Worship at my totem pole Come with me now I command Poor lost children take my hand To heal your soul my holy goal The faces of my totem pole The Cult of Typan The Cult of Typan

Groove is quick but thick no trick words manifest Lyrics I lick (hype as hype and SNAP made it hyper) Beat to the brain like a bullet from a sniper When the loser smooth like a cruiser Beat the beat down I'm the big bruiser On to off to off on and on This is the new-new breed of rap song To the T.O.P yes the top I rock the spot hot To be or not to be yes it'll be M.C. Turbo B (Yes to the groove yes it's party) Peace of mind Time to unwind Trip and dip slip the hip now grip To the Techno House of hip ('cause this is the cult of SNAP) Hard to hold It's burning cold We make the jam broke the mold So it can't be sold Took the vic Stolen taken Move to the groove Dancefloor shakin' Up and down you're spinning around You check the sound, hands in the air Party Hard, Hard not to party moving close (Body to body) I for one the only son the only child Not mild but the kid is wild Code name is Turbo Jam, jump, jump, jump, jump and jam The cult of SNAP And snap is in command To the point correct and exact THIS IS THE CULT OF SNAP