Dälek - Armed With Krylon lyrics

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Dälek - Armed With Krylon lyrics

Connect with left to solar plexus Existence got me vexed, it's miraculous I slept Bent light fall out of frame, this pertain to sole function Maintain a child's wonder wit soul old like earth under Measured man's worth by highest standards Candid movements remembered by that vicious slander He who asks the most questions got the most answers Never one to pander but these files are tampered Touch nerve with paranoids devoid of joy Remain your basic B-Boy with a love for noise Through the wildest situations retain my poise Perfect pitch in paragraphs that I spit Microphones get ripped with syllables full of deeper definitions Divisive speech patterns, switch so people listen I carry on traditions, indicative of status A street scholar raised spinning wax platters I could spend days diggin' through crates Love that dusty a** vinyl smell Come out the shop straight dirt Shattered homes spit concrete poems Armed with Krylon when we roam, n***as got beef? Go straight for dome, plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed Shattered homes spit concrete poems Armed with Krylon when we roam, n***as got beef? Go straight for dome, plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed I'm that rare mix of intellect injected savagery Capable of abstract thought, reality remains ingrained illusions These false revolutions reduce men to stick Figures rockin' Che Guevara and they think they trend setters Should know better, letters kept left of center Shattered homes spit concrete poems Armed with Krylon when we roam, n***as got beef? Go straight for dome, plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed Shattered homes spit concrete poems Armed with Krylon when we roam, n***as got beef? Go straight for dome, plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed Shattered homes spit concrete poems Armed with Krylon when we roam, n***as got beef? Go straight for dome, plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed Shattered homes spit concrete poems Armed with Krylon when we roam, n***as got beef? Go straight for dome, plan to walk streets? Best you keep your mental honed