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with me through the cosmic
I Love Ugly on me like monk and his cloth
Got skunk in the pocket, icy so frostbit
Llightyears ahead catch me out there where

Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like Kanye
I'm everything that my rhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire

When in Rome

Phil Ochs

Farewells & Fantasies

1997

hot pursuit
Jealously.

All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in

what lies behind?
Spread the pages hell and heaven
On opposite sides

No more ink is put down by the quill
Soon touched by morning
As in honour the monk

The drunk says it, punk says it
The brave Buddhist monk 
Babe, I'm on fire
Well, babe, I'm on fire

Alright now

Hit me up, baby, and knock me down

Babe, I'm on Fire

Nick Cave

Nocturama

2003

The drunk says it, punk says it
The brave Buddhist monk 
Babe, I'm on fire
Well, babe, I'm on fire

Alright now

Hit me up, baby, and knock me down

been listening to myself
I ont need much
Stay firm wit my stance like
A tree trunk
I’ma say less
Like I’m the monk
Smoking og gas
I ont need runtz
Think

Yeah
One move done proved
All the kung pao and the kung pew
Monk stew panda warrior with the kung fu
I don't want this
Lightning strikes twice but

on fire
Babe, I'm on fire 

The drug-addled wreck
With a needle in his neck says it
The drunk says it, punk says it
The brave Buddhist monk says
Babe, I'm

That's all up to you I keep it peace
Like I got monks with me
Glare all in my eyes I'm seeing bright
You know that son litty
Honey approach me like she

rhyme the things I live
Then they say KS is timeless
Pressure bursts pipes
But pressure makes diamonds
They can't test the pen game
Monk like Sensei
Heard

It's a different cloth that I'm cut from
I'll show them the score like a monk shot if they want smoke but
All they want to do is chase pussy for

Father Cuddy was a merry soul, a man of fine repute
Pias to the cloth as pan is to the flute
A brother of the Innisfallen until the dry casks were

got a way with words
Chain hang low like I'm Slick Rick
Raised by the monks with the Iron Fist
I'm one of one can't catch my drift
The cloth I'm cut

happiness inside your vessel (I hope!)
I'm done stressing, and popping blood vessels
Nestled in the mountain with the monks, I've settled
On inner peace,

VERSE 1 (Planet Asia):

Veuve Cliq in the cup. Kente cloth, ethiopian tusk
The warlord magic it made you toughen up
Cold world, it got us riding with