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Round and round here we go!  MASK UP!! The mic is on. I got solders by my side, You think you sly?  Dragons to snakes, snakes turn to stone. Flashing false smiles, shaking my hand?  I’m taking a stand, cuz you bland, handed out those fake vibes, standing on glass, spinning lies, throwing shade.  My fucks are on vacation.  I see behind the vail.  Oh! Snap! crackle and pop!   You are meaner than a junk yard dog.  You stay in the fog.  Chaos.  It’s mental really.  Round and round here we go!  I don’t play, I slay.  I’m ripping, not tipping n dippin!  You on a sliding scale, you’re lookin pretty pale, shit you stale! Quick call the paramedics! I think he has lost his mind!  Round n round here we go!  What’s on the table? is that shit? You’re not stable, a bottom feeder? What shines as glitter is not always gold.  You can’t steal my sole.  You should have sipped some tea by the fire, cuz now you parked in a tow away zone.  Shit you last.   Just sit down.  Okay?

funk, house, deep house, drum and bass, rap, scratch, hip hopturntablism, hip hop, punk