Straight out the Pot, cook the flow, The Pan’s Africanįirewood Hot on The Stove, The Flames, fan(ning) them Slip around your spirit like a Boa Constrictorĭear Lord, open their eyes to the bigger picture Their spirit’s bound under the spell of the banged drumīody Moving unaware that their soul stands numbįeet lost to the rhythm, barely hear the lyricism Like throwing slight tantrums, in a trance, unaware Night dancing, sleep walking, hands in the air Where what the Dee Jays spin in the clubs keep em Got em instantly building muscle thinking of picking it up ![]() Meaning it’s only natural I kicking it up, Hidden in this man’s form is the fury of a sand storm ![]() You want a track attacked? these the raps you deployĪll instrumental infront of me I have to destroy,
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