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• Artiste: Hodgy Beats
• Titre: Kundalini
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Uh, nothing to spit about This life is in and out of meaning Not looking for nothing Only see it how we see it Living words Television, air bending the definition of quality living Shape shifting, better plains of existence Enter this dimension by the words of the sentence Willpowered by real power Creation be the sorcerer Alchemist, hidden in the shadows of the orchestra Struck by the extension of I as creator Slayer and saviour Leader and player Player hater, how you unworthy of the presence Infold him now to the essence Bend to the blessings or die from the weapons of creation Visions by the seekers of the nation Spit this vibration Spread him through the depths of the darkness The nucleus of all that involves Warriors, for the war we win All the way to the way of the wind The illusion is in It is he that holds the key to places heaven and hell When all hell breaks loose, the heavens prevail Water signs and stars aligning, I just sat in a cell 40 acres and a donkey, I'ma pin on the tail You done followed me and my mom but who are you in the shadows? Speaking shallow, hallow's prepping evil plans in the gallows Centred in the desert lies an oasis and swims a tadpole Oh now you're creeping out the backdoor, devil use an asshole You've casted me away from my temple, plain and simple Popping quizzes worse than pimples, far from gentle I'm a man, I'm a sinner Oh lord forgive me, forgive us This world is fading, it's crippled Draw up the contract in the stipulation When it's storms, I'm receiving precipitation I'm told my name's linked to foul litigations and hatred I'm the [?], holy sacred Last release your least favourite My ancestors stare inside of me for rivalry, the native A pope, they label me the only hope What happens when a demon meets the one and only G.O.A.T It's an exorcism cut demons off me like a circumcision It's an exorcism cut demons off me like a circumcision It's an exorcism cut demons off me like a circumcision It's an exorcism cut demons off me like a circumcision