Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid

Illicit of my nativity
A tale of how I came to be
Starting aromatic genus
Of the marijuana spliced with the genes of mice

And soon failed but continued to
finally succeeding in bio-cultivating deeds
Creating new life origin of man and seed
But not like you, the mice knew everything

Specifically they had hate for human
For years of experiments and infecting them with
Hybrids, dagga, a of peace and love
I'm between who I am

When you create internally all you need is
It becomes an body inner animus
But you create externally, you don't need no love
All you need is the mind

Thus producing a being only a left brain
With no or sense, hybrid
An army of weed and mice to replace man
Able to withstand famine and

Compulsive habits of destroyed
Unable to reproduce without
Soon the will be run by artificial intelligence
Designed to control growth

Humans become obsolete
When cloning life is to that of the grays
Instead of test tubes and cattle

But horticulture of spliced DNA
Derived Marijuana and mice
Our will be controlled by the rich slaves
And withstanding hybrids