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letra de baby & (single) - hymphatic thabs

[chorus: hymphatic thabs]
think about hints announced in the crowd
man was crowned king of south african staff returned half-eaten
when the crowds cannot shout and the mouths stink of gout
think aloud baby & (anne), maybe stand, hate each man
think about lazy sam who went to rau
baby & think about….

[verse 1: robo the technician]
yeah, i make streets music and hardcore be the name
a frame not predicted, is nostradamus to blame?
not some jelly tots, flavour apricot but a russian chariots
dimensions unthinkable with my compatriots
on lands of of steel, shoes with magnetic fields to gravitate a raw deal
the call to use the mic is just a sk!ll
to access a stream of thought and poetic ferocity
it’s the only probе to penetrate galaxiеs in high velocity
and back to have a crunch
i be the bully so hide your lunch
i got semi-solid words like this with a heavy punch
revolution emerging to crunch your shaking entity
so that train should come straight ’cause i k!ll geometrically
geocentrically, neotragically, it’s kinda heavy
the study, a deal that’s made of steel like alex murphy
street pirate on a dialect to profile that
to walk a mind that’s x-raying ultraviolet
day-7 was a classic when it came
good jesus now they see us
immortals like mcleod and ramirez
mutual collective, blows lights on massive
consumed this era is captive
explosion radioactive
[chorus: hymphatic thabs]
think about lazy sam who went to rau
as a part of an eighties scam
the day he burned the lady hanged in his latest van
think about graves he planned
and think about hints announced in the crowd
man was crowned king of south africans
staff returned half-eaten
when the crowds cannot shout and the mouths stink of gout
think aloud baby and maybe stand, hate each man
think about lazy sam who went to rau
baby &, think about….

[verse 2: slingshot of asylum tribe]
i don’t have a role model, i am
i have no regrets ’cause i plan on instinct
it’s basic, i got tired of looking up
so now i look down at our children
for i believe in the future
filled this mouth frowning
turn a blind eye
so let the truth lie
for the thrill of life is diverse
this verse is worse
a part of a curse from far the times past
this calibre of sk!ll confused the nurse
doctors declared no cure
this excalibur sk!ll confused the nurse
doctors declared no cure
the rest of the story can only be told by the driver of the he-rs-
with eyes wide shot in a casket
this mind state can grind a 2 kilogram nugget
oft bold
when i was young i grew old
the heat of the sun was too cold, so cold
of this h-rny bull called life by the h-rns
and oh yes, i’ve heard gongs, send thongs, sang songs, write wrongs
but to be a score(r) is what my heart longs
is what my heart longs
[verse 4: hymphatic thabs]
think about those kids in the streets
with no bedding or sheets
the cold gets to their feet
the toes begin to freeze
but most definitely, my flows stretching the beat
yo, listen to me i wrote lessons that teach
that smoke sess in the streets
that grow dreads and receive
the bold step as a key
to close sesame street
the globe has to perceive this whole mission as great and bold
it won’t let us achieve the goal that let us eat what grows
just as a seed of hope
breadwinners seethe of soap
treacherous breeze that blow:
words to the east
suppose vessels that bleed from throats that cannot breathe
our souls setting us free
what’s dope this thing called weed
that grows negligent to no place
seek to know first what it means
to clothes, denims or jeans
to clone venomous genes
to go back into themes, that yo
heavens a dream like boy adam and eve
before madam was steve biko wherein we achieve because evidently, the progressives simply
are progressing gently?
as bold messaging and decompo-sitions of meet
as noted in my speech, from scrolls
written in my sleep
i quoted hymns, but each just spoke best-of-the-chiefs
that co-lle-ce-ctive, put-co, let the elite vote
yes to the deeds unfold
listen to the peeps that
most definitely expose methods of cheats
to the men that doubt
who is the king of thou
think not about buddha
think about true art
[outro: lesego rampolokeng]
checking the vision of this barbaric mission
our demanding life requisition
back to christian crimes
no inquisition
but check out the black monkey-man-mind
for remote physical deface, debase
retrace the race back to bay-sick!

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- hymphatic thabs

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