Savage Regime - Punching Bag lyrics

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Savage tactics automatically portray to …

Galactics on a planetary feast, completely famished

Black listed, open the heavenly coordinates

Sharpen in technique, diamond, thunder, …

Origin mysterious, sorcery mischievous

Bought to grind your exes, an outer body experience

Logic DVS through every verse I disperse

Eternally live relentless like that Tapas the third

Peep the words, beat the paragraph, panoramic grammar in the hologram, autograph

No time to lolly gag, body bag the beats

They messing with them scally wags, gotta laugh

Danger fielding it in this tatty shack

Bout to rock the bells in the summer jam, copy that?

Kinda cranky, classy grinding with the saggy pants

Jacky Chan kicking it, twisting of the branch

And I’m back to the training using rappers as a punching bag

I grab my pen and pad, I write a letter dead

I formulate a personality I never had

I’m fucking breaking bad within our burning flag

Ciroc and Henny got me feeling like a punching bag

Too amp to hold me back, two blunts to hold the facts

Dealing routy, everybody is a punching bag

Too real to always brag, two killer contacts

Dealing routy, everybody is a punching bag

I spill the techniques immortalized by the sun gods

Fast with hemispherical death rock

I will survive pushing all my pain inside

As I testify swimming in the lakes of fire

Cleanse my skull and after blunt, divide my ego

The happy and evil, parachute attack and he flow

You reap what you sow, exposing carbon dioxide and charcoal

We are holy with a forcing sign stuck on our souls

Bombs away, purple cassette tape, lyrical sound wave flows in mellow

That is how I cold play

Livelihood over sleeping giant, my pops taught me how to be reckless and death defiant

Death to all tyrants but quietly striking like lions

Play by ammunition driven by nonstop violence

Atop my peak where I’m tryina reach the north fase

Where only fucked up thoughts can put me in a happy place

I grab my pen and pad, I write a letter dead

I formulate a personality I never had

I’m fucking breaking bad within our burning flag

Ciroc and Henny got me feeling like a punching bag

Too amp to hold me back, two blunts to hold the facts

Dealing routy, everybody is a punching bag

Too real to always brag, two killer contacts

Dealing routy, everybody is a punching bag