rock the mic I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom I'm flyer when I'm higher put my shit
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
s fate shall be decided. A camp was set up by brink of the plains, everyone rested and polished their swords, singing hymns by the fire about ancient
streams from the mountains that rise above the plain Wave away my confusion that drives this delusion so long I forgot that I could fly Soar aloft like a songbird dancing
mic Verse Two: I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom I'm flyer when I'm higher put my shit
the mic Verse Two: I wake up early in the morning, I mean early afternoon Break a lyrical hymn of the stem like boom I'm flyer when I'm higher put my
