
Rumba Sound of Rum
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[Intro]
I'll be me, you be you
Be the true you, I can see straight through you
I'll be me now but you be you
Be the true you, I can see straight through you
Take the mask off
[Verse 1]
I push pull it out of my chest, breathe raps, eat prose
Hear rhymes screamed when the breeze blows
Drink, flow, clutch mic, touch sight, taste vision
A successor to Antigone's tradition
London born, bred, raised, London's in my guts
London is a savage place full of strangers, it's too abrupt
It's too immediate, it's too cold and it's too sprawling
But London is as London does and I hear London calling
And I've got to reply, creep the streets at night
I'm like you can beat us once, we won't be beaten twice
I live to eat the mics, my peace exists in spittin' bars
Was skippin' class to walk a little further down a different path
All my friends were hittin' bars, sniffin' halves
Getting ripped apart, nicking cars, contemplating living large
I was on top of a mountain screaming dreams into existence
Watch the city life from a distance
[Chorus]
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in your masquerade ball
Bare faced in the masquerade
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in your masquerade ball
Bare faced in the masquerade
Believe
I'll be me, you be you
Be the true you, I can see straight through you
I'll be me now but you be you
Be the true you, I can see straight through you
Take the mask off
[Verse 1]
I push pull it out of my chest, breathe raps, eat prose
Hear rhymes screamed when the breeze blows
Drink, flow, clutch mic, touch sight, taste vision
A successor to Antigone's tradition
London born, bred, raised, London's in my guts
London is a savage place full of strangers, it's too abrupt
It's too immediate, it's too cold and it's too sprawling
But London is as London does and I hear London calling
And I've got to reply, creep the streets at night
I'm like you can beat us once, we won't be beaten twice
I live to eat the mics, my peace exists in spittin' bars
Was skippin' class to walk a little further down a different path
All my friends were hittin' bars, sniffin' halves
Getting ripped apart, nicking cars, contemplating living large
I was on top of a mountain screaming dreams into existence
Watch the city life from a distance
[Chorus]
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in your masquerade ball
Bare faced in the masquerade
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in your masquerade ball
Bare faced in the masquerade
Believe
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