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Start screamin' out the windows of your urban caves
The fabric of the nation's fraying at the ends in relation
To the reaction of panic by all
Who only

9-5ers Anthem

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

at Commencement
So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe
They sold Pompeii impression, waste infections
And twelve steps to lesson

couldn't show me where to go 
If you blink ya Life change come Examine my eyes 
White stains on the Fabric of time 
My waves been inhabiting minds 
My brain

Caucasian pride
We are the world, has now become the great divide
Nightmares begun, fabric coming undone
Now we live by the sword and we die by the gun
Bloody

a sick to yo stomach and makes yo shit turn
No remorse just hope that karma get me
You mothafuckas can’t see me like I’m a Yeti
Talking urban legends watch

remember ya
I'll be gone until November
In a city where times fabric has become so tender 
I pitter patter through the concrete in common branded sneakers

I meet you on the edge of the urban dusk
A lifetime’s seemed to pass between us
Is your memory caked with flaking rust
Cuz mine’s as clear as day
We

to moonlight as an urban legend
Alongside my brethren who woo women without thought of their own
Worth or work which came first before her remember?
I know

Munde saare sick
Mehnge fabric
Khedan mind tricks
Kehan jo dil de wich
Munde desi urban outfit
Mehngi sharaab karan sip
Badde ne khaab karde pick

The Barrow house, a fabric window
To what I knew Inside
Stolen sustenance is not enough
To keep my rage inside

Crimes of life yet wear me thin
We're

westcost bandit
Play my Cards like gambit im just rolling up a Fatty
Watching the tv static Downloading information onto my DNA fabric
Don't make me pull out

Like Gatorade

Gritty Wild Course, Heavyweight Smacking These Hit's

Timberland Theta, Boot Stomping This Urban Style Mixed





HOOK
“I'm Just Ready For

gonna go to London
To feel the big city again
And with some friends of mine
We´ll have a good time
In the English sun

We´re gonna feel the urban city

got exhaust
I want that Bentley Flying Spur
Don't give a damn about the cost
Sahir Sensation on my fabric
It's my brand, yes I'ma boss
Gon' trap these