Tricking in Florence

Lyrics
I got this, sun And once the mind was out of pocket You know it's really not that odd yet This high style be vile Wilding across the wire via projects in your windows, Rockin' round the willow and dip in, pick out the info I know, stop it, nimpo Shunshin no Jutsu Why you slapping yourself? Simple voodoo signs trapping you stealth That thunder udu crack your abdomen Plunder through dudes gassing past, Smashing mad on apathy Yo, love, yo, that's what's happening Bust a rapid dash as a metapass Can't hold onto the past if this ain't lastin' Then waste the mass, space and action Finna bring out Shabazz, And break them rations in a facemask Age has it's in-betweens Young Carl Sagan, Waves of dark matter on my fins and wings But I'm fine is the point, defined by scholarly type at night Goddamn it, the paper's due by dawn, Online, I'm on, oh my Colbert Report, who cares? Yeah, we'll forward line two times, you lie too naive We are the air, like hardly there, we lollipops at the folly fair Defog your mirror, the all is clear, Miyagi mauls a faultless dear, we Fine is the angle that squares an infinite circle The pattern shatters reality forgone, online I'm on, no time to care which way I move forward I'm trying to refrain from, straining the brave, just Just train yourself, Up your chops Save yourself, Chuck that box Raise the title belt, champ You jump ship, we'll take a chance Ding, ding, you heard the beam We ripped the seams, freedom rings The bell it tells Your hell is fail The veil as well Snuff it out, evolve the cell Snuff it out, evolve the cell Snuff it out, evolve the cell Evolve the cell A, B, C, D, E, F, G, 7 A, B, C, D, E, F, G, 7
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Credits
- Producers
- Co.fee