Throwing Down

Hidden notes of intelligent ghosts
my thoughts are telepathic

Money is tragic, if it's used wrong

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As I scrap demons, King Kong
Leave'em with no reason to live
burn'em up

I hustle for dollar bills, double up
shield armor, is gold steel

Flashback to the 80's watching pin wheel
is it real

Flash forward, hit and run, turn the steering wheel

Ditch the car, so much fun
fill the thrill

Chill
as I open up your mind, to how it feels

Buckle up, look around
your on the battlefield
throwing down

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)