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lyrics
Super Ego:
Training in the forest, in the cradle of the formless,
In a place where no one saw us, where space is all but dormant,
We, chill, while paintin' the distorted,
but it's clear in the middle where tornados and the storm hit,
You aimin for a sore lip? Face it and get torn quick,
It's like that, we gon' say it in the chorus,
Patience is a born gift, fables of the tortoise,
Got more skills than a Yoshitomo swordsmith,
Undergo metamorphosis, we great,
It's the muhfuckin wrath of the hip hop game,
It's a 10 hit attack from the Wu Long stage,
It's another bumpin track from the Boombox Saintz,
So sit back, CHEA, we nice with the vocal chords,
Come close, get sliced with my golden sword,
We play in slow-mo, grab mics with no cords,
Stage to the dojo, we rightly own the floor,
Entice the local whores, cuz we are prone to soar,
5 animal kung fu, plus we're known to roar,
This is the evolution, opening social doors,
We are the revolution, resulting in global war
We are the opposite of the bystander effect. We are anti-thug. We are the Boombox Saintz. We stand up for whats right, even
if no one else does. While people glorify murder, dealing drugs, and hurting others, we honor true justice, love, life and power.