JazzNinjah(Intelligent P) - Mind Fever | Текст песни

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Cracker on splatter as my spliffs becoming fatter
Wings are growing fatter so I'm feeling even better
Thoughts becoming crappa itchy tapeworms no mo matter
Transformation letter turns from poets to the rapper

Poet to a rapper not a ripper or a raptor
Flappa steppa trappa aley oop, I hear you're clappa
Once appear in here, no fuckin' fear you hear my snappa
Feel you have to deal with both the poet and the rapper

Keep your creepy clowns right away of stage
Deeper underground we're like lion in cage
Once you open up there's no way back
We're made of light, We're holy swag!!!

Slap the fuckin puddle all in mud no one to struggle
You are in the bubble all your senses work in double
Spread the fuckin' smuggle, change your dollar to a ruble
Blaze on wicked wobble, drink my sweat and scratch my stubble

Itchy- tritchy robbers eating pigs to feel the power
Once appeared in here, oh such a bullshit I discovered
Buy the proof you love her money aim to be recovered
Now I'm violent in earn 'n' spread ' cas I'm black colored

My sword mic is here, could you pass it 2 me, dear
I will disappear while you comin' from the rear
I will slice your head up as a lemon or a pear
Keep your mind clear to avoid the mind fever!
Kill the lame with violence break with shout through the silence
Pick that tiny slices cut with new plastic devices
Eat my rice, I praise you, as we grab jackpot on dices
Fight 'n' crime, I praise you, It will lead to light that raise you

Perfectly venomous, splatter words with soya sauce
Awfully enormous, I create thousands of followers
Thousands of my followers will create thousands of bollocks
Nevermind the bollocks, everyone plays role that rules us.

Keep your creepy clowns right away of stage
Deeper underground we're like lion in cage
Once you open up there's no way back
We're made of light, We're holy swag!!!

Cracker on splatter as my spliffs becoming fatter
Wings are growing fatter so I'm feeling even better
Thoughts becoming crappa itchy tapeworms no mo matter
Transformation letter turns from poets to the rapper

Poet to a rapper not a ripper or a raptor
Flappa steppa trappa aley oop, I hear you're clappa
Once appear in here, no fuckin' fear you hear my snappa
Feel you have to deal with both the poet and the rapper

My sword mic is here, could you pass it 2 me, dear
I will disappear while you comin' from the rear
I will slice your head up as a lemon or a pear
Keep your mind clear to avoid the mind fever!

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