Blindmans Symphony featuring Amuta Stone off the #insulin album [Amuta: Chorus] I don't see you, you are not there I don't see you, you are not there I don't see you, you are not there [Verse 1: Modenine] Yea, check...huhn I turn a blind eye , don't see y'all Never wanna be y'all , career took a detour Right before the ups and downs love hate seesaw They use to be raw now they getting pinker Fire fi ya Ras , just follow the blinkers Duppy everybody when I hit em with the stinker Groupies cheering with the spirit fingers for the black inka Out the box thinker , slapping rapping singers with the vocab Make the crowd go mad , I can do no bad You haters can get the gonads I handle beef like a crazy Fulani nomad But when I go Lag its all chummy and sweet nectar Then behind my back they label me a defector Before you find my Achilles heel (he'll) k** hector I'm paranoid I'm bringing out the lie detector to reduce my circle of friends into a minor sector [Chorus:] [Verse 2: Modenine] I'm dropping punchlines and geo glyphs of nasca You only get it when your high I'm your master Surviving the miasma with asthma Side effects 47 chromosomes ronin I'm down with syndrome samurai cloning Mode choke em out till the side of they mouth foaming I'm zoning igniting like white phosphorus Watching the throne with binoculars Before I k** a king and put him in a pyscophagus (Deep) who ever said the bars profitless I beg to differ you booty sniffers faking the image I dare one of y'all to cross the line of scrimmage No gimmicks kneel down and call me sire Fresh bars will never expire The watered down version of modenine can spit fire Rolling through the quagmire with flat tyres