ICP: Crop circles

The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year,But sporadically the circles appear Baffling all through the history of no-manSince fuckin with the mystery of Stone Hinge Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers, mindblowersNobody knows what for sureBut he knows when I walk in the vicinity But I can read em and I believe that I need emIm runnin through a wheat field chasin a ghost that loves circlesUse it for portals and time holes, and dance backwards and chant with the cult peopleAt the crop circle, I come to know peopleUnder moon rays, lightin up my new waysThe new lays, they mow em down in two daysA hundred days from now, well pay for that mishapWith another hurricane bitch slap[CHORUS]The crop circles are talking to me(Circle somethin, circle somethin)The crop circles are talking to me(Circle somethin, circle somethin)Something slowly emerges for me(Circle somethin, circle somethin)The crop circles are talking to me(Circle somethin, circle somethin)[Violent J]This ball of mud that we live on is alive If you try to wipe its mouth its gonna wipe us outI lay in a field alone in the middle of the nightTry to get my life right, pray for bright lightSet flames to the wheat rows during an eclipseAnd the spirits will come out and dance, catch you a glimpseTheyre like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion,Intricately placed with secrets of white magicIm runnin through the moon lit fields,Followin a little orb light hopin it might reveal any secretIts dancin and I cant catch up, and I almost ran headfirst into a truckNo compassll work and Im lookin for answersWhile the sands of my hourglass fall up backwardsHave I lost you? Cause Ive lost me tooBut if your hiding in the crops I will come find you [CHORUSx1][Violent J]Forty thousand years ago, the stoning of a young manHis story written in the crops near spoken In England, the face of a dead woman shown etched out a wheat field uniquely woven[Shaggy 2 Dope]Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius predicting the orbital patterns of VenusAnd the grass behind your grandpas wood barn,Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn[Violent J]Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of artNo explanation left by the shadows of darkBatteries drained of they power in secondsIm layin in the crop circle countin my blessins[Shaggy 2 Dope]It might hurt though, headaches and nausea will creep inAnd your nose will bleed when ya sleep in[Violent J]Dont go near there, dont dare bewareUnless your like us, and dont care[CHORUSx2]