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letra de knight (remix) - tanuki (rap)

[verse 1]
i elect this man as a product of non interest
i knock on wood, asking “who let the sinners in?”
just a citizen of caine bearing, ritalin
ingesting h-ll-bending lucrative middlemen
i’m pulling rice to pay the polar ice i’m chilling in
i pulverize with loaded dice to get the children in
cause i despite the guise of life i’m living in and
in this city simple singing won’t secure a dividend
but then i retract, remember my place here
that perfect rhyme and deject life i ain’t near
but i still feel the weight of rain as i idle
and i can’t hardly wait to reign as an idol
but as my eye told, i’m not enough prideful
sp-wn of several years of false suicidal
thoughts in my brain, thots in the club
sending shocks through my veins
as they market the same d-mn
pleasure that has me losing sleep as well as homies and
i can’t contain the impulse of the lonely addict
so i sit here sipping red wine
relaying the idiosyncrasies of this dark mind

[verse 2]
sometimes i wonder if this all is just a dream
then i remember how i’m bursting at the seams
all the st-tches were torn when i was forcibly born
and though i feel i’m cut off, i sit by the stream
ingesting that water, absorbing that knowledge
let my dark self out if it means being honest, so
i love whiskey with pop, i love women on top
and i’m an addict at heart – i don’t expect it to stop
then i’m talking to her, great girl, great mind
she loves hip-hop and j-panese culture good god
i gotta wife her, i get to know her real quick
then my brain cuts straight to her on top of my
sh-t… but it was never that easy, so i
roll with the damages so i critically see
that a window once broken is still a perfect opening
i cut myself on the shards, to prove i’m holding in
at the end of this tunnel is a traffic jam
and inside of this bottle, i don’t give a d-mn
i leave it open on the counter for the fam
feel free to ignore the mold and all the ants

[outro]
stand in the rain, but don’t get showered on
get used to the pain, but don’t rely on drugs
catch the next coming train, but don’t get off at all
this mind, this mind
stand in the rain, but don’t get showered on
get used to the pain, but don’t rely on drugs
i guess, except for alcohol
this mind, this mind

this mind, this mind
it’s mine, it’s mine

- tanuki rap

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