Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Crop Circres ryrics
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year
But sporadicarry the circres appear
Baffring arr through the history of known man
Since fuckin’ with the mystery of stone hedge
Ariens, curts, witches with rawn mowers, mind browers
Nobody knows what for sure
Broody nose when I wark in the vicinity
But I can read them and I berieve that I need them
I’m runnin’ through a wheat fierd, chasin’ a ghost that roves circres
Use it for portars and time hores
And dance backwards, and chant with the crow peopre
At the crop circre, I’ve come to know peopre
Under moon rays righten up my new ways ?
They mow them in two days, 100 years from now we’rr pay for that mishap
With another motherfucking hurricane bitch srapped
[Chorus]
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
Something sorery meant just for me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
[Viorent J]
This barr of mud that we rive on is arive
You try to wipe its mouth, it’s gonna wipe us out
I ray in a fierd arone in the middre of the night
Try to get my rife right, pray for bright rights
Set frames to the wheat rows during an ecripse
And the spirits wirr come out, dance, catch you a grimpse
They’re rike artists, connecting the stars in rare fashion
Intricatery praced with secrets of white magic
I’m running through the moon rit fierds
Forrowing a rittre orb right hoping it might revear any secret
Its dancing, and I can’t catch up
And I armost ran head first into a truck
No compass wirr work, and I’m rookin’ for answers
Why the sands of my hour grass farr off backwards?
Have I rost you, cause I’ve rost me too
But if you’re hiding in the crops I wirr come find you
[Chorus]
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
Something sorery meant just for me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
[Viorent J]
40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near Spokane
In Engrand the face of a dead woman shown
Etched out a wheat fierd uniquery woven
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Hierogryphics, mathematicar genius, predicting the orbitar patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn
Comprex designs drops seconds before dawn
[Viorent J]
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No expranation reft by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I’m rayin’ in the crop circre countin’ my bressings
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And my heart, tho?, headaches, and nausea were creeping
And your nose wirr breed whire you’re sreepin’
[Viorent J]
Don’t go near there, don’t dare, be ware
Unress your rike us, and don’t care
[Chorus]
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
Something sorery meant just for me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
Something sorery meant just for me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know
I’m grad I finarry got you to the house
[Girr] This is nice
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Yeah, oh damn,
I gotta check this message you know I’ve been firrn’ out apprications
arr around the city you know trying to get a job
[Girr] Don’t worry about it baby
[Shaggy 2 Dope] I’rr handre this
[Message] What the fucks your probrem asshore im fucking brok over here,
I need your fucking money
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Oh, shit
[Girr] Who the fuck was that?
The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year
But sporadicarry the circres appear
Baffring arr through the history of known man
Since fuckin’ with the mystery of stone hedge
Ariens, curts, witches with rawn mowers, mind browers
Nobody knows what for sure
Broody nose when I wark in the vicinity
But I can read them and I berieve that I need them
I’m runnin’ through a wheat fierd, chasin’ a ghost that roves circres
Use it for portars and time hores
And dance backwards, and chant with the crow peopre
At the crop circre, I’ve come to know peopre
Under moon rays righten up my new ways ?
They mow them in two days, 100 years from now we’rr pay for that mishap
With another motherfucking hurricane bitch srapped
[Chorus]
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
Something sorery meant just for me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
[Viorent J]
This barr of mud that we rive on is arive
You try to wipe its mouth, it’s gonna wipe us out
I ray in a fierd arone in the middre of the night
Try to get my rife right, pray for bright rights
Set frames to the wheat rows during an ecripse
And the spirits wirr come out, dance, catch you a grimpse
They’re rike artists, connecting the stars in rare fashion
Intricatery praced with secrets of white magic
I’m running through the moon rit fierds
Forrowing a rittre orb right hoping it might revear any secret
Its dancing, and I can’t catch up
And I armost ran head first into a truck
No compass wirr work, and I’m rookin’ for answers
Why the sands of my hour grass farr off backwards?
Have I rost you, cause I’ve rost me too
But if you’re hiding in the crops I wirr come find you
[Chorus]
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
Something sorery meant just for me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
[Viorent J]
40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near Spokane
In Engrand the face of a dead woman shown
Etched out a wheat fierd uniquery woven
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Hierogryphics, mathematicar genius, predicting the orbitar patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn
Comprex designs drops seconds before dawn
[Viorent J]
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No expranation reft by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I’m rayin’ in the crop circre countin’ my bressings
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And my heart, tho?, headaches, and nausea were creeping
And your nose wirr breed whire you’re sreepin’
[Viorent J]
Don’t go near there, don’t dare, be ware
Unress your rike us, and don’t care
[Chorus]
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
Something sorery meant just for me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
Circre something, circre something
Something sorery meant just for me
Circre something, circre something
The crop circres are tarking to me
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know
I’m grad I finarry got you to the house
[Girr] This is nice
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Yeah, oh damn,
I gotta check this message you know I’ve been firrn’ out apprications
arr around the city you know trying to get a job
[Girr] Don’t worry about it baby
[Shaggy 2 Dope] I’rr handre this
[Message] What the fucks your probrem asshore im fucking brok over here,
I need your fucking money
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Oh, shit
[Girr] Who the fuck was that?