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Poison in my veins lights a flame in my brain that maintains the pain that may change my frame of mind Blind, I design rhymes, intertwined, double time, genuine Frankenstein I made a monster, conquer, music scene, golden ticket, Wonka Conjour, lyrics in my belly, I got thunder Younger, everybody wishes they were younger The older I'm getting, the more I feel the hunger (Get 'em) Beltеr like a welter wеight helter-skelter need alka-seltzer (Get 'em) Alpha, Beta, Delta, I help you into the fall out shelter (Get 'em) Melt a mind or two with these rhymes, you might find you never felt (Get 'em) A feeling like this feeling, be believing I'm a demon, I'm a devil Fuck the game, completed every level, I'm a vessel For spirits to channel out of my lyrics, I'm a rebel I raise my fist, the anti-capitalistic pissed-off rebel In society collapsing; Fantastic, now pump the treble Tick-tock off the top of the tip of my tongue, I am tapping telepathy Terrify them with the terrible telekinesis tantrum; Yes, I torture the enemy Slowing the flow and then growing the flow, and I swallow the flow like a Toblerone (Get 'em) I'mma feast on the flow, I'm a beast with the flow Then I’m switching it up and I’m taking it low Kiddie with a black heart in a car park by Primark Jamming Django Reinhardt Living like a rockstar, refine rap to a fine art, Vincent Van Gogh I start making my mark like Frankie Sinatra, king, call me Arthur And my style is homegrown like growing Cali weed Don’t need no personal trainer, I got trainers on my feet (Ay!) Letras de cancionesYou know I got the soul in my bowl when I eat You know I’m staying grounded when I grind up my beef But if you got a problem, my brother, I might just put on some rubber gloves And just choke you 'till larynx ruptures, and blood, it just bubbles up And the bubbles just double up, and you struggle, but luck is up 'Cause I’m subtle at covering up the trouble Cover up the crime scene, 1990, that's my scene! My teen years were spent rolling the Thai-green Obscene fiend in a pair of baggy jeans Putting backy with the green, roll a fatty dopamine Starts flowing, my cerebellum glowing The pendulum is slowing I'm swinging and I’m swaying but I don’t know where I'm going Mind running Jessie Owens, Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen All these seeds that I’ve been sewing slowly growing like trees I grow, then I preach, scrap that, I teach Teach over beats to all those that seek Teach on these streets, streets can be bleak But bleak was the place where I rose to my feet From Letras Mania