Run the force, steal the force
Run that force, may it be with you

Speak in peace, remember peace is singular lie
When the dead dies med guys blues fly flight
Wired too tight my strings broke like Pinocchio’s nose bone
Busted those cross hairs foster fairs
Loosen up the tie, thinking you the man of steel
Yield no forest I had to fire my producers
And recluse the fusion engine
Been moving past widgets and androids
Had to reshape my windows
And go dynamic when I wasn’t finished paying on the lease
What a beast, roast bars like coffee beans
Shutter schemes dreaming past cha lecher’s
I don’t do features, I do lectures on how rip professional
Speak through the microphone making exceptional
Without being anything but unconditional

Run the force, steal the force
Run that force, may it be with you