[00:01.53](Sims)
[00:13.23]I keep my heart to the sky, I keep my ear to the ground,
[00:16.80]Knowin them vultures can circle yeah but their's poachers around,
[00:20.25]So I fly low, barely an inch above the surface,
[00:23.91]Lie low slice a serpent on a branch and still have sight to chop the rat,
[00:28.41]Id love to stop and chat stay and chew the fat,
[00:30.99]But if youve seen the view from my shoes you knew I gotta move,
[00:34.35]Stakes is high but I got walls to paint and slates to wipe,
[00:37.92]Theirs work for the young critic and Ive been known to build without a permit,
[00:41.43]So dont mind me as I breeze on through, runnin on fumes like a neon tube,
[00:44.97]I get no sleep and Im in so deep I cant ignore the bottom,
[00:48.15]But you cant blame the seed for what the forest taught 'em,
[00:51.48]So cut em up, head em off at the plot, let em drop like leaves in the treason
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