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Thoughts fly onto the beats like Jordan
I compose old-school sound like Corban
Not because hip hop is fashionable
Keep the kids away, they're shoving that bitch's face in the dirt

Hey, you're a real gangster
Put it on repeat, there will be guns here
Laying them down
Katanas are slashing until night
We're in the game, we're laying it down and
Fur is flying in clumps

Big city life on the night roads
Worn-out lines where packs of dogs bark
The path is laid, you'll get away by the edge
We won't turn back, shut up, you don't know

The idiot usually jumps into the toilet with both feet
Mommy's little bandits don't know what smog is
You have to wake up to overcome another
Threshold
We were rocking it until morning, couldn't do it any other way