Em3 - Naga Song lyrics

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Em3 - Naga Song lyrics

[Verse 1] Ride the beat like an outlaw's trusty steed Plant another vision like a seed in the winter Get free like a runaway underground payload Getting grades 'cause the scholarship paves roads Yea I might flow like a river to the sea Zigzag overland serpentine Evergreen clouds in the atmosphere Shaped like geometry Vibrate sideways like a beam Germinate like a bean Plant trees Silver-gleam chrome-spoke Stitched-seamed bulletin You tell me I'll reel it in King fish on the plate With a lemon wedge on the side for me Now what you really trying to eat Speak new text on the sheet Su-per forming feats On the streets that's that Tell me when to start to rap Run the gauntlet on the track WAV files store the facts No plaques on my plastered walls in the back Yes I do it for the cause Like various other stars in the galaxy You are not alone like a Jackson Black sun, time to take some action Packed like sardine cans, choose a faction Looking for a sk** 'cause you lack one While I'm just relaxin' Maxin' out patience with a pa**ion Thought I said in bar fifteen That I sashay just like a caption On the TV when you rappin' [Verse 2] Light-speed travel On the way to the absolute Too fast for measurement So refute all the evident truths That I bring daily to the forefront of the moot Points that you poking out proves That my mind-state's superior When attached to loops Of the sample that I used As the background scene for the shoot No budget but we still get the loot Then the Michelin man gets peeled like rind from a fruit So heavy that you feel like the Challenger Deep Up in them trenches of the Marianas Trying to defend over fences With a pencil and a pad Intervention Mention my invention Tripod tension Suspended from a wench Then drenched in a mint tinged liniment Stay plugged into an alternate dimension "Au Revoir" like a french man I'm distinguished like the pinched chin on the Lieutenant Give me a sentence, I might speak on sentience Mind-state bends like a hinge no lubricants Spill on the engine of the new build Give them version three point zero The rhyme hero is back at it Backing up traffic Another bump in the attic An insomniac addict Acting in multiple tragic Altercations and static That span across many volumes of paper and plastic Flipping with verbal acrobatics

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