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Beyond-Hip-Hop Arrhythmia

My heart beats to the beat
Give my poems a sick head
Hand write like a crazy element
Swirl me in hip hop arrhythmia dance
Until it was demolished, probably lucky
That the tower was torn off by a mad muzlo
You need to be ahead, whatever one may say
We find new powers along the way
The smoke flies into the sky and I go with it
A tailwind, dream, wait
Muse sits with me in a musical pit
Sometimes everything is given according to the program
My message is addressed to those sitting in the system
We break life this for those who are in the subject
The sick musician, alas, is incurable
Until the last day in my chest hip-hop arrhythmia

Or maybe it's hip hop
I'm drawn to the top
And while I breathe it flows
Music through the veins

Or maybe it's hip hop
I'm drawn to the top
And while I breathe it flows
Music through the veins

I feed on music we are bound
Behind the concrete walls the prisoner of the muse I
My body is forever saturated with style
The ones that take me to my grave
A couple of grams follow the tracks of the beats beat the beats
The brain does not need Vietnam, read it from hand to hand
Weapon my voice and mike man
This is Russian roulette, spin the drum
Music nourishes me music nicotine
My drug rap in the form of sound pictures
My style is hidden among the worn plates
And hip-hop arrhythmia beats in my chest
While the city sleeps, we stay in business
Developing new meaning in the text section
Turning out the light close the old chest
It's Beyond, catch a new sound

Or maybe it's hip hop
I'm drawn to the top
And while I breathe it flows
Music through the veins

Or maybe it's hip hop
I'm drawn to the top
And while I breathe it flows
Music through the veins