Watkin Tudor Jones - Memoirs of a Clone

from the album "Memoirs of a Clone"

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Music

Tags:

• Watkin
• Tudor
• Jones
• Waddy
• MaxNormal
• Die
• Antwoord

[MrHujh]

I've never heard of an artist who makes so much good music the sheer quantity of quality is amazing

[kratke1]

anonther waddy jem ...most underrateed artist ever

[nerdyharry]

we're all in danger of becoming hipsters.

[vagueblack]

I can't keep up with absorbing and processing all the mind-blowing music this guy's done.

[devilchylde1004]

@evlspn lyrics writen down took me a bit but im south african so easy as, sorrry about spelling and punc but hey im from a 3rd world country lol

[devilchylde1004]

OPen your mouth stick out your tongue n go aaaah

THe powers that be,know me as mr jones.

just another geneticly enginied clone.

but on the streets im known as metaff.

rock ya microchip cold man, gimmi the cash.

And ill feel abliged to part with some of my stash.

[devilchylde1004]

move threw the city on my hovorboard, Slanging citys.

get a call on my neurocom, jones this.

what-up Jo 10 minutes your place lets do this.

its your i keep it i hope that i know your slim.

but the kids bitter drunk and half doped this time.

when i arrive, shes waiting outside.

she bows n says"please come inside"

[devilchylde1004]

I kick back on her sofa as she serves me green tea, on her knees. n shes like "lets dance plz" the drunk jones, iv had it up to here ya shit everytime i come around, you on this freebe tip your gonna catch a fat lip, down goes my zip, there goes my stress, n joe does what joe does best. but im talking joe, this is the last time. pull her head, n best her with liqued sunshine n she carried on real nice.. yeah nah what im saying.

[devilchylde1004]

open ya mouth n stick out ya tongue n go ahhhh

just as im about to get my head blown off.

the pig detector on my neurocom goes off.

joe k its a set up, jill lifts her head up.

i bust her in the grill then get up.

pull up my pants override her door lock, n check

quickly insert a proto-type fequency jamma.

that i havent tried yet,

outside 20 skyhogs, set the night alight,

ready to blow up the spot like dynamite.

[devilchylde1004]

I got the thunder sick in each hand, ready to blast em

but this invisible man moves right past em, draws em "clicks"

seems like im gonna have to pay a visit to the witch.

open your mouth stick out your tongue n go awww

yo, this old guy bald in a white robe,

sitting on a building scopes out the street down below.

his attention rests apon this chick in a red chinese dress

as he uh waits the up coming test, she walks

next to this cat in a grey suit, its the year 2 thousand n 22,

[devilchylde1004]

5 B-boys blend in with the air, wearing

thermal optic comoflarge gear draw near.

she turns into an allly to let them believe they got them cornerd

tells the guy to stay back, n steps forward, with graceful ease,

she draw sighns in the air directed at here enemys

n the 5 B-boys all drop to their knees,

with their hands around their throats, and begin to squeeze

as they stare at the chick with fratic disbelief.

The old bald guy, falls from the sky, like a leaf

[devilchylde1004]

she detects him, releases her force benieth the flagship

I'm a tree windows shatter, as he goes flying at her.

and in a blinding flash they clash, as the glass

rains down 6 bodys lie motionless apon the ground.

she raises her hands and they burst into flames.

Mr jones and her body guard exit the frame..

track me down to find out what the drugs going on

my names mr jones baby n right now im gone.