Blindmans Symphony featuring Amuta Stone off the #insulin album
[Amuta: Chorus]
I don't see you, you are not there
I don't see you, you are not there
I don't see you, you are not there
[Verse 1: Modenine]
Yea, check...huhn
I turn a blind eye , don't see y'all
Never wanna be y'all , career took a detour
Right before the ups and downs love hate seesaw
They use to be raw now they getting pinker
Fire fi ya Ras , just follow the blinkers
Duppy everybody when I hit em with the stinker
Groupies cheering with the spirit fingers for the black inka
Out the box thinker , slapping rapping singers with the vocab
Make the crowd go mad , I can do no bad
You haters can get the gonads
I handle beef like a crazy Fulani nomad
But when I go Lag its all chummy and sweet nectar
Then behind my back they label me a defector
Before you find my Achilles heel (he'll) k** hector
I'm paranoid I'm bringing out the lie detector to reduce my circle of friends into a minor sector
[Chorus:]
[Verse 2: Modenine]
I'm dropping punchlines and geo glyphs of nasca
You only get it when your high I'm your master
Surviving the miasma with asthma
Side effects 47 chromosomes ronin
I'm down with syndrome samurai cloning
Mode choke em out till the side of they mouth foaming
I'm zoning igniting like white phosphorus
Watching the throne with binoculars
Before I k** a king and put him in a pyscophagus
(Deep) who ever said the bars profitless
I beg to differ you booty sniffers faking the image
I dare one of y'all to cross the line of scrimmage
No gimmicks kneel down and call me sire
Fresh bars will never expire
The watered down version of modenine can spit fire
Rolling through the quagmire with flat tyres