- BLOCK SCHOLARS 歌詞 岩崎太整 Yuki Kanesaka Hybrid Thoughts
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- 岩崎太整 Yuki Kanesaka Hybrid Thoughts
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The underground always livin Never dyin Soul survivin Beyound the control Uptown city life,barricades,bright lights Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife Young gifted and nifty Sprungs in the tongues of the milky Borealis--my stratus is to shine beyond the filthy(thats risky) Corridors of the echoes of the rough that birthed the silky Tapestries of an interwoven casuality Lightness of the mind thats boxed in Trade with unraveling process Disguised as progress fused with your adenine But you just had to dream to manifest and play your part With cyphers in a Smart City View the data--collect the art Sounds physical objects Cymatic projects Crystalline tribes still surviving through corruption truly obvious My own style give you much providence to meditate on Or marinate the flavor Poupees Vaudoux to savor Not surrogate But through heavens gates Serenade the lemonade outta lemons We sellinjuice for the melon spray This like the Tao of not one way To travel til a graduate tassel through the citys hassle to wrassle With the soul rebellion with flow too alien to shadow Throws of a warrior or concrete pharaoh Before we free this arrow This jewel shall pass but at last It breach a digitized world to live immortal sparrow Uptown city life,barricades,bright lights Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife Mid-city barricades,seventh side reflection Lost in thought the mind generalize perception This one stay rugged squeeze dirt through the fingers Anxiety press,ya self worth true to linger 85 the fix so we sequence the lah see beyond the mist, daily meetings with jah Antonio Great, we no sell the offense Inoki with the strikes offscript the godsend Victorian backdrop, Sweeney Todd figaro Flame to ya skull Josh Blaze Bam Bigelow Passport dress code, fly by design Now at half-court,stealth mode,Khan see the shrine Chelesa nightlife mind flip the soup bowl Brain stem chamber long bullets. Manute Bol A lightfoot go the mile,front page open file Making cans dance,shots rang from the Golden Child Uptown city life,barricades,bright lights Devil on ya tail for a taste of the nightlife
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