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Abstract Engineer Video (MV)




Performed By: Süp127
Length: 3:53
Written by: Scott Erickson




Süp127 - Abstract Engineer Lyrics




I'm an abstract engineer, junkyard mechanic
Equipped with all the hardware and my own schematic
A radical is in here, but don't panic
Unless you got a reason to fear, my guerilla tactic

There's a lot one can do with a little bit of know-how
Like mix the right chemical compound to make a building blow down
Oh wait, slow down, there's methods much better
You can trigger these keys in ignitions and opening letters
Or anywhere for that matter, give me a reason, and you'll never see it come
Without a gun, we can have a head splatter, and killing sprees for fun
I don't mean to scare anyone, just beware and be careful once the terror has begun
Hahaha, nah, I don't mean that, but their resources available to me and these are the facts
So that if I need help in an emergency: riot, panic, martial law, whatever be the case
So that no one will murder me and take my place, I have to take precautions
Meaning maintaining a personal artillery arsenal like I was sergeant
Captain, general, 'cause I am my own master
Try an anarchist in his cookbook, an underground crafter
Searching for best recipe for disaster, so that after
Everyone else is through, telling me what do
I can pass the time in peace, I'm not a beast, I'm. Just. Like. You
Except extremely passionate about what I do
I'll die for my beliefs and I plan to hold my views
Tired of being abused, I cannot lose
Burning gas fumes with match sticks, I can use candle wicks but prefer cannon fuse
Bombs you can't defuse, but would never locate time anyway
Operate nocturnal and make a clean escape before day
Concocting napalm out of gasoline and toothpaste
Confronted, stay calm, believe your own lies, don't be two-faced
It's not a true case of murder without a corpse
Just like anything is free if you can somehow get it out the stores
I'll make a one-use silencer out of a two-liter bottle
Cut an X on a regular bullet's tip to make it hollow
You know the motto, I leave no witness
Plus, I'm hung like that jury that's gonna let me win this
As if, charges were dropped, due to lack of evidence
C'mon, the DA has no ties to lead to my arrest
Aren't I blessed, and I have nothing to confess, except... that I'm

Your phone, I tapped it, you better not give me a reason to hate you
Or prepare for rapid automatic rapid fire straight through
Your chest and out of your back, a bloody mess with an unregistered gat
Ballistic checks and no suspects, so how 'bout that?
Restrictive laws are easily avoidable
It started with fireworks, in California nearly unobtainable
But give me two Black Cats, a nail, and an empty water bottle
And without fail we can have explosion guaranteed to startle
I took apart bullets with pliers at an early age
Learned that ping pong balls are highly flammable, once aflame they disintegrate
And create excellent containers for gun powder
Not a trace remains, these tricks of the trade give me some power
So when it's now or never, you can count me in
To stop what I'm doing, on call like minutemen
So tell a friend, share your knowledge, each one teach one
Bring a gun, but if all this well, we won't need one
Once it's begun, you better recognize
Terrorism on the rise caused by government suits and ties
Because they mix truth with lies, deploying troops in disguise
War is the temporary solution to economic demise
If you were in your enemy's shoes, who would you despise?
That's why it's useless to pick sides
I'd rather devise a plan, connect crews, and choose wise decisions
Networking wide with precision
Broadcasting views live from hijacked news stations to television
Practice underground activism daily like religion
Be it artistic expression like graffiti
Or porcelain pieces of spark plugs shattering windshields completely
You can't see me, camouflaged with the scenery
Slashed tires, air leaking, starting fires, burn your house down with you inside sleeping
Midnight creeping, mischief seeking, my mind is scheming, but that's all part of being

Mistafex causin' static
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I'm an abstract engineer, junkyard mechanic
Equipped with all the hardware and my own schematic
A radical is in here, but don't panic
Unless you got a reason to fear, my guerilla tactic

There's a lot one can do with a little bit of know-how
Like mix the right chemical compound to make a building blow down
Oh wait, slow down, there's methods much better
You can trigger these keys in ignitions and opening letters
Or anywhere for that matter, give me a reason, and you'll never see it come
Without a gun, we can have a head splatter, and killing sprees for fun
I don't mean to scare anyone, just beware and be careful once the terror has begun
Hahaha, nah, I don't mean that, but their resources available to me and these are the facts
So that if I need help in an emergency: riot, panic, martial law, whatever be the case
So that no one will murder me and take my place, I have to take precautions
Meaning maintaining a personal artillery arsenal like I was sergeant
Captain, general, 'cause I am my own master
Try an anarchist in his cookbook, an underground crafter
Searching for best recipe for disaster, so that after
Everyone else is through, telling me what do
I can pass the time in peace, I'm not a beast, I'm. Just. Like. You
Except extremely passionate about what I do
I'll die for my beliefs and I plan to hold my views
Tired of being abused, I cannot lose
Burning gas fumes with match sticks, I can use candle wicks but prefer cannon fuse
Bombs you can't defuse, but would never locate time anyway
Operate nocturnal and make a clean escape before day
Concocting napalm out of gasoline and toothpaste
Confronted, stay calm, believe your own lies, don't be two-faced
It's not a true case of murder without a corpse
Just like anything is free if you can somehow get it out the stores
I'll make a one-use silencer out of a two-liter bottle
Cut an X on a regular bullet's tip to make it hollow
You know the motto, I leave no witness
Plus, I'm hung like that jury that's gonna let me win this
As if, charges were dropped, due to lack of evidence
C'mon, the DA has no ties to lead to my arrest
Aren't I blessed, and I have nothing to confess, except... that I'm

Your phone, I tapped it, you better not give me a reason to hate you
Or prepare for rapid automatic rapid fire straight through
Your chest and out of your back, a bloody mess with an unregistered gat
Ballistic checks and no suspects, so how 'bout that?
Restrictive laws are easily avoidable
It started with fireworks, in California nearly unobtainable
But give me two Black Cats, a nail, and an empty water bottle
And without fail we can have explosion guaranteed to startle
I took apart bullets with pliers at an early age
Learned that ping pong balls are highly flammable, once aflame they disintegrate
And create excellent containers for gun powder
Not a trace remains, these tricks of the trade give me some power
So when it's now or never, you can count me in
To stop what I'm doing, on call like minutemen
So tell a friend, share your knowledge, each one teach one
Bring a gun, but if all this well, we won't need one
Once it's begun, you better recognize
Terrorism on the rise caused by government suits and ties
Because they mix truth with lies, deploying troops in disguise
War is the temporary solution to economic demise
If you were in your enemy's shoes, who would you despise?
That's why it's useless to pick sides
I'd rather devise a plan, connect crews, and choose wise decisions
Networking wide with precision
Broadcasting views live from hijacked news stations to television
Practice underground activism daily like religion
Be it artistic expression like graffiti
Or porcelain pieces of spark plugs shattering windshields completely
You can't see me, camouflaged with the scenery
Slashed tires, air leaking, starting fires, burn your house down with you inside sleeping
Midnight creeping, mischief seeking, my mind is scheming, but that's all part of being

Mistafex causin' static
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Writer: Scott Erickson
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