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Tony Saran

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It doesn't matter what they say
They could flee with no delay
I would somehow still find my way
And sculpt the clay
They seek a testament to fate
And levels unattained
I keep the West locked and rock
From the tippy top of my brain

From the start I just pounce
I got heart and it counts
I invest along routes
Find a way in as well as out
Used to blaze by the ounce
Keep a stowed four pound
Full metal jackets and loud
Hate and blind justice'll be around

Some sleep like a log
But I don't roll over
Don't give up just give in - dirty dog
I'm not your owner
It took many years
Debt is over
Now I'm sober
And just to be clear
If you're in my way
You might get run over

It doesn't matter what they say
They could flee with no delay
I would somehow still find my way
And sculpt the clay
They seek a testament to fate
And levels unattained
I keep the West locked and rock
From the tippy top of my brain

I like drums loud and gritty
Bass that booms and growls
Love to cruise through my city
And fill rooms with my sound
I'm on the prowl for my people
Cause I love with a passion
I bless off the evil
And can't get no satisfaction

It's a task to maintain
Even simple and plain
Retain what I gain being sane
Keep a democratic frame
Cause I've been low and poor
Now I hustle for more
Find the moral with the lore
Is nobody keeping score

It doesn't matter what they say
They could flee with no delay
I would somehow still find my way
And sculpt the clay
They seek a testament to fate
And levels unattained
I keep the West locked and rock
From the tippy top of my brain

This Antronic/Tony Saran
Keeping real with a plan
Got more lyrics and beats
Than you can count on hands and feet
And I probably wont stop
While critics keep lying and trying
Hip hop
My style's death defying
And my bop gun keeps firing

I'm not a sinister mister
Gray and white speckled whiskers
Not often into liquor
Cause it makes my belly bigger
I take notes to later figure
Scrolls and pages with pictures
Connect like tronic fixtures
Resurrect rhythms while critics whisper

It doesn't matter what they say
They could flee with no delay
I would somehow still find my way
And sculpt the clay
They seek a testament to fate
And levels unattained
I keep the West locked and rock
From the tippy top of my brain

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