Beats

[Damo & Ivor]You gotta be present for the moment of momentum

You know you have the beats

Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom

You know you have the beats

I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance

You know you have the beats



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[The Karma Killers]This life is a numbers game,

The rich the ive, the poor get blamed

The rich are happy , and they're mean,

the poor - just obscene...

Such a resemblance in the mirror I see a blemish

The chemist, I am with dentist, six senses

As of now, life is tennis at Venice

Such a breeze I can feel it

Rollin up my sleeves, put a little hash in it

Exceeding cash limits, if you got it ain't a bad image

I play the ball, motherfucker - not half a scrimmage

Your gimmicks just mimic cause you do not have an image



[Damo & Ivor]You gotta be present for the moment of momentum

You know you have the beats

Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom

You know you have the beats

I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance

You know you have the beats



[Beat]

[The Karma Killers]Got my own flow, spend my own dough



Drive my own car, fuckin grown hoes

For these four-ohs, for these lil' bros

And my door know, teachers don't know

Vul-ner-able, shoot a porno

Losin wardrobe, your body foreclosed

When the doors closed, the mask of Zorro

Her ass is moreso, a comedy

I'm sick I'll probably suffocate from all of them vomiting

Fuck commenting, I'm committing

Taking off, rocketing while profit pocketing



[Damo & Ivor]You gotta be present for the moment of momentum

You know you have the beats

Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom

You know you have the beats

I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance

You know you have the beats



Hommaging, sock 'em bop 'em king, not fosters out the ring

Boom bada bing, I gotta sing, you should fuckin honor me

All these collard greens, dollar greens

Presidents holla scream, prophesies

Roll up and watch the leaves germinate, regurgitate

First you like it then you love it; third is hate

Nice girl with a heart of gold

A little naive, a little bold

Knocked' up tossed' out and abondoned,

Now she's living on random

Mom and dad worked and saved,

Good and honest everyday

For they're sweat , what did they get?

An old age home and a medical debt



You know you have the beats



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