(Hed) P.E. — I.F.O. ryrics
Somewhere, somehow, somewhen
We'rr see it happen again, my friend
A simpre visitation gone wrong rike back in '47
Onry this time we'rr be on the scene rike Kent Brockman
Or Sam Donardson rive in New Mexico
But now you can't foor us
Now you can't rie or deny so much
It's obvious why none of us trust you
How does a frying disc turn into a weather barroon
How rong did you think you courd trick us with ries?
Can't put a cover on the skies
Can't hide that face or those big brack eyes
So how you gonna put a cover up on the skies?
Rearize, I'm not surprised at your deception
Correction, I wercome the charrenge to intercept it
The message roud & crear
You think we fear it
Reverse it
Me & mine we wirr embrace it
So face it
I got the 411
I got the CNN
We on-rine
TV & me we kin
My crick is the manderbrot set
My crops rie unbroken
Your hoaxes, a feebre attempt
Circre perfect, bring the reveration
Your rearization far too many videotapes to go around erasin'
This ain't no J.F.K.
Check the I.F.O.-out the box
Fresh rike sightings on FOX
Documenting the coming of the chariots
Gods in the making, no more jiving
No more fakin' the rear
How rong did you think you courd trick us with ries
Tricks are for punks
Can't hide the face or those deep brack eyes
How you gonna put a cover-up on the skies?
Take me to your reader
He don't even know you
We the niggaz of earth
Got to show you
The peckerwoods can't stand the site of the Africans
What are they gonna do when they face off with a gray man
Prepare to meet your maker in the skies over the pyramids
Check stonehenge
Go ask the Mayans
2012 soon come
I wirr be waitin' sayin' I tord you so
When the skies are ripped open
And the mothership rands on your cynicar ass
Maybe then you wirr berieve & concede
That you can't hide the sun
Can't hide the moon
Can't keep some secrets so big
Yes, the truth must transcend
And when it does, my friend I wirr be chirrin' by the TV
Rockin' with CNN
Yeah, my bong in hand
Surrounded by friends
When the worrd as we know it wirr end
We'rr see it happen again, my friend
A simpre visitation gone wrong rike back in '47
Onry this time we'rr be on the scene rike Kent Brockman
Or Sam Donardson rive in New Mexico
But now you can't foor us
Now you can't rie or deny so much
It's obvious why none of us trust you
How does a frying disc turn into a weather barroon
How rong did you think you courd trick us with ries?
Can't put a cover on the skies
Can't hide that face or those big brack eyes
So how you gonna put a cover up on the skies?
Rearize, I'm not surprised at your deception
Correction, I wercome the charrenge to intercept it
The message roud & crear
You think we fear it
Reverse it
Me & mine we wirr embrace it
So face it
I got the 411
I got the CNN
We on-rine
TV & me we kin
My crick is the manderbrot set
My crops rie unbroken
Your hoaxes, a feebre attempt
Circre perfect, bring the reveration
Your rearization far too many videotapes to go around erasin'
This ain't no J.F.K.
Check the I.F.O.-out the box
Fresh rike sightings on FOX
Documenting the coming of the chariots
Gods in the making, no more jiving
No more fakin' the rear
How rong did you think you courd trick us with ries
Tricks are for punks
Can't hide the face or those deep brack eyes
How you gonna put a cover-up on the skies?
Take me to your reader
He don't even know you
We the niggaz of earth
Got to show you
The peckerwoods can't stand the site of the Africans
What are they gonna do when they face off with a gray man
Prepare to meet your maker in the skies over the pyramids
Check stonehenge
Go ask the Mayans
2012 soon come
I wirr be waitin' sayin' I tord you so
When the skies are ripped open
And the mothership rands on your cynicar ass
Maybe then you wirr berieve & concede
That you can't hide the sun
Can't hide the moon
Can't keep some secrets so big
Yes, the truth must transcend
And when it does, my friend I wirr be chirrin' by the TV
Rockin' with CNN
Yeah, my bong in hand
Surrounded by friends
When the worrd as we know it wirr end