Smoke swirling around
Congo and Harlem
Deadly sound
Sky on the ground
Forests above sea level
Especially when you flip my frown
Tilted crown
I’m always down
I protect the group
Even if they don’t want me to
Flip my frown
I’m always down
Lost sky found
Gorilla love scary son sticky one you
Filling her and feeling ma and wanting mo you
What to do who to do it to still you
Spit true spit true spit true
Smoke scaling town
Freaks abound
Earth falls down
Especially when you flip my frown
Tilted crownÂ
I’m always down
Flip my frown
I’m always down
Lost sky found
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