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Ciretose

from What's Left by King Rhythm

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(refrain) Gusting air, impair where, standing bare. For my end, I intend, break the bend. Now the mold, crack the hold, shape to roll. Control out, of I doubt, we will fold. Freak speed I'm, not that calm, hand on click. Man the bomb, damn this sick, crazy psalm. Dug my whole, must get out, long time bout. Now I fight, day to night, use my might. Sweat stank blood my mind, think tank when I rhyme. Come past compost host, wind re, they're almost. Close boast, will not I, time fly, fits the why. Quest on born in rain, flood gate, pin o’ pain. Main re as one eye open and you done. Sea salt, sift through tear, thousand case appear. This here for two Bob, mizZ dude and kill jean. Dig this King code word, you know what I mean. (refrain) Form hack, you can't crack, step back, fade to black. Main rap in re vent, time spent you left bent. With fuze bout to pop, stain stick, move to top. This blame left What's on, next step beyond norm. Check form up to par, "Hey you've gone to far." (not quite that far) Not I whom you speak, this made for the deep (so deep). Quick fast will not ask, deep task to make last. Back pay for King day, soon come time to play. (refrain)

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from What's Left, released April 22, 2003

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