Welcome

Come on and run with a brother that been solid from jump of the forefront.
True monk keeping his work blunt.
Filled with mad skunk.
Hash, rep the camel hump.
Pull you out of your slump.
Bumping Baru funk deep in the trunk.
Its the future surround track sound to the worlds marry go round.
From stage to burial ground.
Never back down.
Paint the town shades of the different hues even though I've grown accustomed to singing the blues.
Human debut most of his views.
It's humantlity.
My code is daily kept inside the battle field.
Run with me.
Strictly finding beauty in the depths of the filthy city.
Two sides keeping me busy all dizzy.
Walking the night misty is mad risky.
Chances of losing your life is 50-50.
You better watch your 360.
Theres no pity.
Nobodies picky.
They blast quickly.
First slip will be your last really.
Act silly and get a taste of the tip of the iron.
You gotta stay Moving real swift with a murders silence.
Shhh.
Always on deck.
Tucking a tech just to make it home.
Im a pure mortal, heart local of this cold stone.
Pump positivity before theres no pulse left.
I write an opus in the fortress.
Lebanese forces always on focus.
You can ignore this.
Yea

Turntable scratches.



Credits
Writer(s): Baruir Panossian, Patrick Antonian
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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