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by;abdiaziz(zk) Yeah, yeah

Ayo, strangers, it's time.

It's time, strangers (aight, strangers, begin).

Straight out the great dungeons of rap.

The KB drops deep as does my fan.

I never kil, 'cause to kil is to kil mother of plan.

Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.

I think of happiness when I'm in a kebri beyah state of mine.

Hope the key got some me.

My tree don't like no dirty tea.

Run up to the hyperbole and get the sea.

In a kebri beyah state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The greasy cc?

You complain about darkness.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hyperbole.

I'm rappin' to the ethiopian,

And I'm gonna move your hagopian.

Green, grass, garad, like a mouse

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a spouse.

I can't take the darkness, can't take the key.

I woulda tried to rap I guess I got no sea.

I'm rappin' to the hagopian,

And I'm gonna move your ethiopian.

Yea, yaz, in a kebri beyah state of mind.

When I was young my mother had a hyperbole.

I waz kicked out without no guarantee.

I never thought I'd see that me.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's sea.

A pointy stick is quite the kick.

Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness when am in kb squad.