Processed Beats Kasabian

[Hook]
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

[Verse 1]
I drop beats from this processed meat
For a conversation, a meditation, and
I cut waves like some unborn sage
Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing

[Chorus]
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

[Verse 2]
I break bones, stealing mobile phones
And I'm cutting deals for these homeless meals
Making idle threats using Chinese burns
As you load my head with The Grateful Dead, singing

[Chorus]
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide