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mcs are like calories burn them like I'm running on a treadmill
i will never sell out even when i get the best deal
its a car crash when you listen to me spitting
because I'm over the limit before i start writing lyrics
and i know i never write so when its time, i pick up a bottle and hand my soul to the spirits. my tracks are viruses so when you play them on your hard drive we leave gaps in the system.
cheetah on a mission and they are saying I'm slow.
because they made of gold
still i don't give a fuck for those I'm a gargoyle and i got turned to stone
by medusa.
before i was a producer, i was a myth in the shadows and they hated my humour
now I'm ready to blow out the candles make a wish
i just wanna blaze piff like Harold and Kumar
I'm a killer when i enter the rhythm I'm at the top
there is no other division no other shot
wanna learn, better listen
when i drop bombs head for the bunkers and don't
try to stop me when I'm aiming for your boss
life is a bitch these days i know
so i fuck her like a slut in a private show
dark beats from beneath
when i step up on the scene
give everybody sea sickness
from the flow.