Oh my god, Code Kunst beats
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The smelly bastard, light up the way here
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My dance moves are floating around
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like a rainbow bridge
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music you listen to through your nose
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And I’m BLNK-TIME on the beat
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Ugh, look at this road I've been through
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Lead Mecca Legit Goons brother
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Here's the bad guy, listen to me
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Knead the rappers, it's hot oil
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I've heard it many times, the name of my possibility
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Heh heh heh, don’t pass your hair
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Who rule the game, it's easy
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Babies without style are swearing
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Even if I rap every day, I spit out trash
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It’s like a whistle, flow finally they ain’t shit
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A sluggish flow, if it's not me
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Instead of bullshit, let's go here
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Come on, what a nice, music to kill here
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BLNK-TIME says there’s no fucking woo whee
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Where is this place, there's no fun at all
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Over there, reggae backwards
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Where my soul begs and money plays music
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Rhythm is not my car or high pass
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They pass me by like a giggle
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I don't even respond
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manure sprinkled by black roots
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The pictures that gave birth to me and painted with blood
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Ugly as fuck, where the hell is this
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5 to 6, forget my age
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I used scissors instead of rhyme because I was worried about making a living every day.
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The year-changing calendar is busy again by myself
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Goodbye inspirations blowing like a jackpot
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I'm a mole that digs down more to float
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A person who jumps for good taste will fall
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Look closely, the well I'm digging is near to zion
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Tea is a guide, but I see through, turn around
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that whrever you go
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Yes ya need that whrever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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Yes ya need that wherever you go
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