Reflections Of A Poem

Thoughts begin.
The multicall and sh*t
A mind is fly.

(Mihemed Arif Cizrawîs "Besnaye" songs chorusal spoken)

You robs the new type system
I'm involved in project upgrade
In said shade of my colour
Provokes the inner
Side of the gamma ray lightbeam
I'm spiritual, celestial
Sorts of the light
Sights no ego trips, no gimmicks
The machine is run by the dead
And ran by the devil
I'm mentally connected
Seeing far from the devil.

(Mihemed Arif Cizrawîs "Besnaye" songs chorusal spoken)

You robs the new type system
I'm involved in project upgrade
In said shade of my colour
Provokes the inner
Side of the gamma ray lightbeam
I'm spiritual, celestial
Sorts of the light
Sights no ego trips, no gimmicks
The machine is run by the dead
And ran by the devil.

Thoughts begin.
The multicall and sh*t
A mind is fly.

(Mihemed Arif Cizrawîs "Besnaye" songs chorusal spoken)

You robs the new type system
I'm involved in project upgrade
In said shade of my colour
Provokes the inner
Side of the gamma ray lightbeam
I'm spiritual, celestial
Sorts of the light
Sights no ego trips, no gimmicks
The machine is run by the dead
And ran by the devil
I'm mentally connected
Seeing far from the devil.

(Mihemed Arif Cizrawîs "Besnaye" songs chorusal spoken)

You robs the new type system
I'm involved in project upgrade
In said shade of my colour
Provokes the inner
Side of the gamma ray lightbeam
I'm spiritual, celestial
Sorts of the light
Sights no ego trips, no gimmicks
The machine is run by the dead
And ran by the devil.

(Mihemed Arif Cizrawîs "Besnaye" songs chorusal spoken)

-Lilissi :)



Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Galindez, Karuan Karuan
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