Barely Standing Kung Fu Vampire (Ft. Verse)

[Verse 1: Verse]
Barely understanding whether or not my style's demanding attention
And did I mention that the tension leads to the apprehension of the simplistic mystic, twisted vibe
Materialistics must've missed it
My tribe grows in numbers like the ham stocks
As the talks grow deep, the slow creep
The fast dash in the race for cash
Though the hashes burn slowly, you know me
I'm never one to let the undertow be the thing to take me down and drown me
Beneath the surface
To defeat the purpose, retreat is worthless
You could run but you can't hide
No escape
From the feet that keep you moving like the 4-track tape
Can you stand it, the Kung Fu kicks?
The one who spits the verse
Never the cursed but we run through thick fog in the cemetery
The weather very cold
The track's so old translating as sonic loops unfold

[Chorus: Verse & Kung Fu Vampire]
Barely standing (barely)
Barely standing (standing)
Barely standing (barely)
Barely standing (standing)