Relentless

KRIK/Rebekka B

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Track sounds astounding, we running rounds round them Still got both kicks planted firmly on the ground And I take steps, steadily pacing onwards

Evil flows easy through he who slumbers.

I try to conquer it so long as I'm on this earth.

You know I keep a tight rein on my tongue, word.

And if you got that similar attitude, show me your hands to warm up as if they were bad food.

For when that ringleader get on the scene with a bit of a mean repertoire, twist the king's spitter.

That obscene figure sent by God cleansed in blood

With a slingshot, I go against all odds and all out.

No doubt, only bow to one.

Go all in, you know what I mean?

Show them how it is done.

And I flow with the passion of a poet.

Addressing your heroes of tomorrow.

Come on, let's get heroic.

Sometimes life is not the norm In times of calm or storm I will stand up in the ring And never give up my dream If you one day see me fall It won't matter at all Cause I will never ever give up, give up

Catch me roll up with a couple guys looking chicey Dying with sinners and strategize wisely Stay cautious, still try to act unloved though We greeting streets with pounds, daps and such As a gesture of regard and respect Nothing much but every journey starts with a step, right?

Try to keep a clean path and not give in to wrath

And turn the other cheek instead Still gotta fight your tongue like a meteorite I be the type of MC not believing the hype

In a world mighty cold and despiteful, I still strive to be a full-blooded disciple to the bone.

Raging mobs and bops that get thrown at us.

That's the only way we get stoned.

We gotta keep sharp.

We best not take no part in this fruitless deed to darkness.

Leave your past away.

Stop believing in yourself.

Know it's giving us the life.

Track sounds astounding, we running rounds round them Still got both kicks planted firmly on the ground And I take steps, steadily pacing onwards

Evil flows easy through he who slumbers.

I try to conquer it so long as I'm on this earth.

You know I keep a tight rein on my tongue, word.

And if you got that similar attitude, show me your hands to warm up as if they were bad food.

For when that ringleader get on the scene with a bit of a mean repertoire, twist the king's spitter.

That obscene figure sent by God cleansed in blood

With a slingshot, I go against all odds and all out.

No doubt, only bow to one.

Go all in, you know what I mean?

Show them how it is done.

And I flow with the passion of a poet.

Addressing your heroes of tomorrow.

Come on, let's get heroic.

Try to keep a clean path and not give in to wrath

And turn the other cheek instead Still gotta fight your tongue like a meteorite I be the type of MC not believing the hype

In a world mighty cold and despiteful, I still strive to be a full-blooded disciple to the bone.

Raging mobs and bops that get thrown at us.

That's the only way we get stoned.

We gotta keep sharp.

We best not take no part in this fruitless deed to darkness.

Leave your past away.

Stop believing in yourself.

Know it's giving us the life.

KRIK/Rebekka B

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Track sounds astounding, we running rounds round them Still got both kicks planted firmly on the ground And I take steps, steadily pacing onwards

Evil flows easy through he who slumbers.

I try to conquer it so long as I'm on this earth.

You know I keep a tight rein on my tongue, word.

And if you got that similar attitude, show me your hands to warm up as if they were bad food.

For when that ringleader get on the scene with a bit of a mean repertoire, twist the king's spitter.

That obscene figure sent by God cleansed in blood

With a slingshot, I go against all odds and all out.

No doubt, only bow to one.

Go all in, you know what I mean?

Show them how it is done.

And I flow with the passion of a poet.

Addressing your heroes of tomorrow.

Come on, let's get heroic.

Try to keep a clean path and not give in to wrath

And turn the other cheek instead Still gotta fight your tongue like a meteorite I be the type of MC not believing the hype

In a world mighty cold and despiteful, I still strive to be a full-blooded disciple to the bone.

Raging mobs and bops that get thrown at us.

That's the only way we get stoned.

We gotta keep sharp.

We best not take no part in this fruitless deed to darkness.

Leave your past away.

Stop believing in yourself.

Know it's giving us the life.

Track sounds astounding, we running rounds round them Still got both kicks planted firmly on the ground And I take steps, steadily pacing onwards

Evil flows easy through he who slumbers.

I try to conquer it so long as I'm on this earth.

You know I keep a tight rein on my tongue, word.

And if you got that similar attitude, show me your hands to warm up as if they were bad food.

For when that ringleader get on the scene with a bit of a mean repertoire, twist the king's spitter.

That obscene figure sent by God cleansed in blood

With a slingshot, I go against all odds and all out.

No doubt, only bow to one.

Go all in, you know what I mean?

Show them how it is done.

And I flow with the passion of a poet.

Addressing your heroes of tomorrow.

Come on, let's get heroic.

Try to keep a clean path and not give in to wrath

And turn the other cheek instead Still gotta fight your tongue like a meteorite I be the type of MC not believing the hype

In a world mighty cold and despiteful, I still strive to be a full-blooded disciple to the bone.

Raging mobs and bops that get thrown at us.

That's the only way we get stoned.

We gotta keep sharp.

We best not take no part in this fruitless deed to darkness.

Leave your past away.

Stop believing in yourself.

Know it's giving us the life.

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