Hidden Track Songtext - Watkin Tudor Jones

Hidden Track - Watkin Tudor Jones

What color are your wings?

Black, like a bat
To the back of your head
I swoop from my coop
Scoop the cash and I jet

Speak through the needle
Me? Super Evil
Eat stupid people

Illest state, I illustrate
Sick picks ya made
Don't fixate on my pixelate

Very (?)
Keep the chicks away

I'm dynamite, fresh out the box
Every time I rhyme
Rum ring round rookie raw rocker rather (?)

Shop shop
Bump blond chumps out the way you (?)
Can't face the razor wrath

Yes Yes
I'm double plus X X
On my ace rock
My gates, like solar plex flex
Flex hex through the (?)

The whole scene is fucked
I'm the next
Fright biter
Grim grin

Middle fang clang clang
Tripping off the sim stim
Glam with the slang bang

My flow is (?)
Pop a sucka funk blocka

Shut the fuck up
Ya daddy tough rocka

Plus the big bad biz wiz
Spits as the lips split
Riddle, like a fist kiss


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