Metta_World
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You ever feel that rush running through your veins
The rush, the blood, the blood is the beat it can't be contained
The bones is the drums, the fingers the snare, the skin is the strings
The ribs the guitar, itchin' while I sing, itchin' while I rap
Foot is the kick, my tongue's the auto-tuned violin
My brain is the mic, I be talkin' to myself Metta World – Represented 3
The rush, the blood, the blood is the beat it can't be contained
The bones is the drums, the fingers the snare, the skin is the strings
The ribs the guitar, itchin' while I sing, itchin' while I rap
Foot is the kick, my tongue's the auto-tuned violin
My brain is the mic, I be talkin' to myself Metta World – Represented 3