Corpse Kid - .403

Mystery my essence so I always keep them tempted
Temple drive into your skull
(steady schemin' down the Highway)
Hang the pistol out the window of the smoking Chevrolet
I love it when them bustas run so I wait then I let it spray
Mystical invade my brain (brain) bullet piercing thru your face (face)
I don't want that info mane but (gimme all the info mane)
Marijuana come my way I let the soldiers make it rain
Money's by the devil's lane take it then you spread the pain
Paint the picture in your brain the .45 straight up to your face
I bust heads open steady hoping for the (cuban diamond rings)
Stacking up addictions with them visions turn to missions
And them missions translate violence
Can't silence the happiness I'm missing
That's what I call Mystical N Flow
Corpse kid he dancing for the one above and so below (low)
Atypical when I flow you better hit the floor
Know what I came here for
Warm day in December I see
My energy so close to me my body's been asleep
I been so blind to the
Tap into the frequency and click it peacefully

Written by:
sebastien del prete

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