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-man Since fuckin with the mystery of Stone Hinge Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers, mindblowers Nobody knows what for sure But he knows when I walk in the vicinity But I can read em and I believe that I need em Im runnin through a wheat field chasin a ghost that loves circles Use it for portals and time holes, and dance backwards and chant with the cult people At the crop circle, I come to know people Under moon rays, lightin up my new ways The new lays, they mow em down in two days A hundred days from now, well pay for that mishap With 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 out I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night Try to get my life right, pray for bright light Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out and dance, catch you a glimpse Theyre like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion,Intricately placed with secrets of white magic Im runnin through the moon lit fields,Followin a little orb light hopin it might reveal any secret Its dancin and I cant catch up, and I almost ran headfirst into a truck No compassll work and Im lookin for answers While the sands of my hourglass fall up backwards Have I lost you? Cause Ive lost me too But if your hiding in the crops I will come find you [CHORUSx1][Violent J]Forty thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man His 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 Venus And the grass behind your grandpas wood barn,Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn[Violent J]Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by the shadows of dark Batteries drained of they power in seconds Im layin in the crop circle countin my blessins[Shaggy 2 Dope]It might hurt though, headaches and nausea will creep in And your nose will bleed when ya sleep in[Violent J]Dont go near there, dont dare beware Unless your like us, and dont care[CHORUSx2]