BAP (Indonesia)
Samsara Pt. II
I’m a runaway in a lost land
You a bitch of a man ninety six
Born under a bad sign
This light of mine only flickers
When the smoke hit the filters
End up dead in the papers
Always prepared to meet my maker
Cus ive been making enemies for the longest
Not a brother jonas to these bitches u dont own us
Feeling robust in the spot hit the spliff when its hot
Gulp the shot split the liquor for my people like im moses
Fuck around end up with a runny nose
Funny hoes tryn pick apart a man like paper stickers
But i dont mind the coffees best when it taste bitter
Respect none only when credit is due
Keep running i got two hands and they both faster than you
Usain u ready i keep it rock steady no doubt next time we meet
You gonn end up in the news
Now im rolling in the deep
Adelicate man as we speak
But when shit gets heavy
Reemo opposite of weak
No defeat in the venue
Made my city like bedlam
With my hoodlums and my droogs
Go delarge up in ur system
Love and hate on my fingers like mitchum
When we hunt or when we take all ur bitches on a date
Then we leave em with a plate full of problems and a
Bill full of numbers that equates the unsolvable
We leave them pockets hollow
Im on a rendevous with rama
U say karma is a bitch well my bitch is called karma
Imma make las vegas into vedas brahmana
Im on different god level watch me spit on ur sandals like
Respect none only when credit is due
Keep running i got two hands and they both faster than you
Usain u ready i keep it rock steady no doubt next time we meet
You gonn end up in the news
You are not from around here fam
U are not from around here fam
Aye
Where's ur ID what's ur plan
Aye
Buddhabae always a gem to the friendly
But i see the hole in the seams of your hoodie
You a school bully that do anesthetic
Please dont relate to me you just dont get it
Ive been a buddy to most of these tikos
But i am a threat for you freeloads
Understand
You do not want to know what i could do with these hands
Cus u in the
Holy land
U better know when i come u gonn bleed thru ur glands
You dont exist when it comes to my turf
Enemy isnt a word i find worth
Drown in the pressure
Feel the depression
The fruit of my labor as good as my weapon
BerGas on my blunt like im smoking for pleasure
Killing the game since the days of 347
Went from eating at daitokyo
To really dining in tokyo
Found that ur head missing like ur geronimo
Coupe ur ankle while i maintain adagio
You are not from around here fam
You are not from around here
Out here we only smoke loud here
Only real shit we stay proud here
Charge it, charge it to these hoes
28 I got a O